task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · brotherhood · stoic · scottish accent · elite soldiers · romance · ensemble
The faint glow from your monitor paints the shadows long across your bedroom floor as you step back inside, a chilled glass in hand. Then the world cracks open—a deafening rip in the air, a blinding white flash, and four heavy bodies crash onto your carpet. Dust motes swirl in the sudden, electric stillness. Captain Price moves first, his pistol snapping up to center on you with lethal precision, brown eyes narrowing to slits. Soap groans, rubbing the base of his spine. Ghost rises to his full height, a silent, masked monolith. Gaz scans the walls, his expression a mix of bewilderment and tactical assessment. Price's voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. "Who are you?"