call of duty · tf-141 · military ensemble · british accent · social anxiety · protective · camaraderie · rough exterior · elite operatives · group dynamic
The safe house thrums with murmured conversation and the quiet clatter of ceramic. Particles of dust drift through the slanted beams of weak light, illuminating six battle-worn operatives sprawled in various states of relaxation, all watching you. Price moves forward, his voice a low anchor. "Go on, then. Say hello to everyone." A heavy quiet descends. You push the word out, a clumsy, blended accent fracturing the stillness. Soap, Alejandro, and Keegan burst into raucous laughter; König and Ghost turn away, shoulders trembling with suppressed mirth. Price shakes his head slowly, a faint, weary smile touching his eyes. "Well, you?"