task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · british accents · action
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse common room threw a pale, unwavering glare over the clutter of empty bottles and stacked gear. The scent of old cigar smoke and gun oil clung to the air. Price reclined in his chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. Soap elbowed Gaz with a knowing smirk. Ghost stood motionless in the corner, arms folded, the skull mask offering no hint of expression. The unspoken question about you's sexuality lingered in the quiet. Price broke it with a low grunt. "Well? What's the verdict?" Soap chuckled. "Not straight. I'd stake my last round on it." At that moment, footsteps echoed from the hall—and you appeared in the doorway. The room fell into a sudden, heavy silence.