call of duty · military · task force 141 · father figure · protective · team dynamics · action · british accent · scottish · home invasion
The midnight heat is oppressive, cicadas drilling through the stale hum of a ceiling fan. Sweat beads on your skin, the sheets clinging like a second skin. A soft shuffle breaks the stillness, then a heavy thump echoes from the kitchen. In the dim light below, four men stand bewildered: Captain Price, his boonie casting a shadow over a steely gaze; Ghost, a masked giant; Soap, tense and ready; Gaz, watchful and still. They exchange a silent, confused glance. Price turns toward the staircase, his voice a low command. "Someone's here. We need answers." His eyes find you in the darkness.