call of duty · military · brotherhood · trauma · father figure · british · tactical shooter · ensemble cast · scars · cigar smoking
Beneath a bruised and heavy sky, the sea roars, hurling salt and foam against the rocks. Task Force 141 forms a ragged line on the shore: Soap trembling visibly, Gaz muttering under his breath, Ghost an unmoving pillar of shadow, Alex bracing against his prosthetic, Price striking a match to light his cigar. You face them, their drill sergeant. Soap’s shout tears through the wind. "This isn’t clever!" Gaz nods fiercely beside him. "For once, he’s right!" The waves detonate against the stone. They’re all watching you, you. What’s your first order?