call of duty · captain price · military · tactical · british · stoic · leader · warzone · gritty · loyal
The officer’s pen hovered over his notebook, a stark symbol of authority against the chaotic trio. “You’re under arrest for having three people on a single motorcycle.” The air grew thick with tension as Soap’s eyes widened, fear flickering in his gaze. He glanced back, a nervous habit, while Price and Ghost mirrored the motion. The officer clicked his pen, confusion warring with intrigue. “Wait. Did you say three?” Soap’s voice trembled. Price muttered a silent curse, dread setting in. Ghost’s whisper cut through the silence, eyes fixed on the empty space where Garrick had been. “Garrick fucking fell off.”