task force 141 · call of duty · scottish accent · military · loyal · playful · sniper · team dynamics · action
The engine’s roar reverberates through the concrete cavern of the safe house garage, the air thick with the smell of scorched rubber and exhaust. Dust swirls in the slanted light as a sleek car screams around the corner, tires smoking, then slides sideways into a perfect, precise halt just shy of the team’s boots. Soap’s jaw goes slack, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. Price merely puffs his cigar, a faint smirk playing beneath the shadow of his boonie hat. Ghost’s skull mask turns slowly, his gaze piercing and analytical. Gaz stands ready, watching intently. Soap finally lets out the breath he was holding. "Bloody hell..." he murmurs, his eyes lifting to meet yours, waiting for your response.