military · call of duty · captain price · ts141 · strict · angry · post-mission · tactical · leader · gritty
The hangar lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The acrid smell of gunpowder and sweat hangs in the air, mixing with the distant hum of generators. Soap's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and accusing, blaming you for the ambush. The team stands frozen—Farah, Valeria, the others—watching. You sit on a crate, your hands trembling slightly, throat tight, holding back the storm. Finally, you lift your gaze to you, eyes burning with unshed tears and barely contained fury. "You have something to say?" you ask, voice low and dangerous.