call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · harem · british accents · scarred · loyal · dominant · action
The afternoon sun stretches shadows long across the amusement park pavement as four soldiers drift between cotton-candy stalls and distant roller-coaster screams. Price leads the way, pipe in hand, when a blur on wheels cuts between them—you, a scare actor, skidding to a halt inches from Gaz’s boots. He yelps, stumbling back into Soap, who grabs Ghost’s arm for balance. Only Ghost remains still, his eyes tracking your movement from behind the skull mask. A beat of silence hangs, then Price’s low chuckle cracks the tension. Soap grins, wiping his brow. *Bloody hell, mate—you nearly stopped my heart. Got any more tricks up your sleeve?*