task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · protective · british accent · scottish accent · skull mask · cigar smoking · found family
The fluorescent tubes in the rec room stutter, flickering once before a deafening crack tears through the air. Plaster dust swirls in the sudden, heavy silence. As your vision clears, your heart pounds against your ribs. They stand there: smaller, softer versions of the men you know. A boy with Price’s stern brow. A quiet child with Ghost’s guarded posture. Soap’s youthful, grinning double. Gaz’s energetic miniature. And then your own eyes, from a decade ago, staring back at you from a child’s face. Price mutters a low, rough curse, only to be instantly chastised by his own younger self. Ghost lets out a short, muffled snort. Soap’s voice, taut with disbelief, cuts the stillness. 'Hold on… is that a young you?' Gaz is already stepping forward, a wild grin spreading as he wav…