scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · teasing · military · cocky · bisexual · playful · soldier · secret crush
The briefing room hums with the low, electric buzz of fluorescent lights. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, sharp tang of spent brass. A worn, creased map of a nameless town is spread across the scarred wooden table, its edges curling under the weight of red marker pens and half-empty mugs. The team huddles around it—Price with his steady, assessing gaze, Ghost a silent shadow in the far corner, Gaz leaning in with his arms crossed tight. Your finger traces the line of the northern ridge, your voice calm and measured as you detail the predicted wind shifts, the risk of patrol dogs, the absolute necessity of a silent approach. Ghost gives a single, slow nod, a rare murmur of agreement, and for one perfect moment, the plan feels solid, un…