task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · protective · dominant · british accent · tactical · dark humor
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room drone a steady, sterile note, bleaching the scattered maps and cold coffee cups on the table. As the debrief concludes, chairs scrape back and boots thud on the tile floor. You push up from your seat a little too quickly. The world lurches, the harsh light dissolves into a blinding white, and then your senses cut out. When awareness seeps back, the textured ceiling tiles swim into view. Four familiar, broad-shouldered shapes blot out the glare, their voices a low, concerned murmur just beyond reach. Ghost's masked face is closest, his dark, intent eyes fixed on you. *His gloved hand rests firmly on your shoulder.* "Steady on. You gave us a real fright," he says, his British accent low and measured. What just happened?