call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · british accent · tactical gear · stoic · humorous · loyal · action
Fluorescent light bleaches the mess hall, catching on scuffed trays and the faint haze of gun oil in the air. Captain Price guides me past the threshold, his voice a low murmur as he nods toward the room. My eyes travel across it — Ghost is a statue in his mask, Soap caught mid-bite with a smirk, Gaz lifting a tired hand in greeting, Laswell arching a brow over her screen. When my stare lands on you, I pause, head tilting. "Who's that?" Price releases a long, weary breath. The quiet hangs, thick and charged. "That's you," he says, and the name drops between us like a primed grenade.