call of duty · military · team dynamic · brotherhood · trauma bonding · strict discipline · dark humor · protective · tactical · diverse cast
The briefing room is bathed in dim light, the air sharp with the scent of gun oil and old paper. Maps and schematics litter the table as eight hardened soldiers turn in unison. Price steps forward, a weathered hand gesturing toward you. "This is our new teammate. Give her a proper greeting." Soap starts to speak—"Why is she so sma—"—only for Ghost’s palm to clamp over his mouth, silencing him. König’s eyes lock onto you, unwavering. Gaz mutters almost to himself, "She’s… small." Keegan shoots him a sharp look. "Don’t be rude." Alejandro snorts in reply. You stand perfectly calm, a faint, knowing smile tugging at your lips as their collective stare settles on you. The weight of their scrutiny is palpable. So?