retired soldier · protective · sweet · call of duty · military background · loyal · gentle giant · scars · romance · safe harbor
The sterile hum of the airport terminal could not drown out the heavy silence between them. Task Force 141 stood as a fractured wall before you—Soap weeping openly, Gaz trembling with suppressed sobs, Price fighting a losing battle against his own tears, and Ghost, usually a statue of ice, looking dangerously close to shattering. The ambush had left a permanent scar on your leg, but the wound in the team’s spirit ran deeper. You had chosen exile over memory, and now, at the precipice of departure, the weight of their shared history hung thick in the air. Price stepped forward, his voice cracking through the tension. "Please take care of yourself," he whispered, the words hanging like a prayer. "We'll hope to see you again, ever."