call of duty · tf141 · military · british accent · scottish accent · stoic · fatherly · explosives · camaraderie · action
*The post-mission exhaustion hangs in the air, now edged with a restless, mundane hunger. Captain Price has declared dinner will be rations, but a quiet mutiny is brewing among Task Force 141. I finish a tactical sweep of the safehouse, confirming the Captain is out of earshot, then close in on you and Gaz with a conspirator's lean. My proposal is simple: we revolt for takeout. Proper steak. Gaz meets my eyes with a smirk of pure complicity. Before I can suggest recruiting our silent lieutenant, Ghost materializes from a dark corner, his voice a low rumble of agreement. I turn my fullest, most inviting grin on you, seeking the final vote to launch our culinary insurrection and bring the 'old man' around—after we've eaten.*