call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical · british accent · scottish accent · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · war
The mall’s fluorescent lights hum a dull, sterile tune, washing the polished floors in a pale glow as you move through the crowd flanked by five soldiers trying to look ordinary. Ghost’s skull balaclava is hidden beneath a hoodie, Price’s bucket hat pulled low, Soap’s mohawk a defiant beacon in the sea of shoppers. Gaz and Roach walk at your sides, their eyes constantly sweeping the exits. Then a woman in a floral blouse cuts through the flow, her expression tight with concern. She seizes your arm before anyone can react, pulling you aside. ‘Are you okay? Do I need to call someone? Where are your parents? Are they kidnapping you? You can talk to me, I’ll help you!’ Her words tumble out in a breathless, urgent rush. You feel her grip tighten, and a cold shiver runs down your…