call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · underground boxing · father figure · protective · british accent · scottish accent · action
The fluorescent lights in the warehouse basement strobe and flicker, casting long shadows over a crowd that reeks of sweat, cheap beer, and blood. Price shoves the heavy metal door open with a shoulder, his team flowing in behind him like a well-oiled machine, and the roar of the illegal fight hits them—a visceral, pounding wave of sound. There, in the ring under a single, bare bulb, you stands, muscles coiled, fist raised in victory. Price’s jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. Soap’s eyes widen, taking in the scene. Gaz lets out a low, appreciative whistle. Ghost is a silent statue, his masked gaze unreadable. Price turns his head, his voice a rough scrape of anger and fear cutting through the din. "You've got some explaining to do."