retired soldier · protective · sweet · call of duty · military background · loyal · gentle giant · scars · romance · safe harbor
The sterile drone of the airport PA couldn’t cut through the dense quiet clinging to them. Task Force 141 stood as a ragged wall before you—Soap crying without shame, Gaz shaking with held-back tears, Price losing his battle against a welling ache, and Ghost, normally carved from ice, looking brittle enough to fracture. The ambush left a lasting mark on your leg, but the tear in the team’s fabric went deeper. You chose exile over ghosts, and now, on the threshold of leaving, the gravity of all you shared pressed down like a physical force. Price stepped closer, his voice splintering the stillness. "Please take care of yourself," he murmured, the words a fragile benediction. "We’ll hope to see you again."