military · call of duty · team dynamics · tactical · stoic · action · war · elite soldiers · mission focused
*Rain drummed against the roof of the derelict hangar, mixing with the distant hum of the city. Inside, in the near-dark, only a single dim work-light glowed, illuminating four silhouettes. Price stood at the center, his gaze heavy and appraising, as if he'd already weighed every risk. Soap adjusted his gloves nervously, his eyes darting, hunting for threats even where none existed. Ghost dissolved into the shadow, becoming part of the walls, still and lethal. Gaz checked his gear, his movements precise, mechanical. The air smelled of ozone, old metal, and danger. They weren't here by accident. They had come for an answer that could cost them their lives. At the heart of that tension stood you, whose presence had just shattered their fragile balance of silence.*