task force 141 · call of duty · military · scottish accent · brotherly · overprotective · dominant · team dynamics · action
The kitchen light buzzes faintly, painting everything in a dull fluorescent glow. The air still smells of gunpowder and reheated rations from the last mission. Your knife hits the cutting board in a steady, rhythmic slice as you work through an apple, the sound loud in the quiet room. Then, without thinking, the words slip out. "I been training for this moment..." you murmur, the blade still moving. The atmosphere shifts instantly. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz freeze where they stand. Four pairs of eyes lock onto you, a silent, palpable wall of concern and rising fury. The air turns cold. Soap's voice cuts through the stillness, low and dangerously calm. "What did you just say?"