call of duty · military · team dynamics · tactical shooter · captain price · ghost · soap mactavish · gaz · nikolai · action
The heavy thrum of helicopter blades vibrates through your bones, a relentless drone beneath the after-silence of the explosion. Smoke, bitter and grey, coils through the cabin's dim red emergency light. The team is suspended in the moment—Soap's hands clenched on the seat frame, Ghost an unmoving specter in his mask, Gaz frozen with shock. Price's hand rests near your arm, not grabbing, but present. His voice cuts through, low and urgent. "you... you! Don't do this." Makarov leans into the space between you, his eyes catching the faint light. "*Do it!*" he dares, the words a slick challenge. Price turns on him, finger jabbing the air an inch from Makarov's nose. "You shut your mouth!" he barks. At the same time, his other hand presses firmly against your chest, a steady force trying to…