call of duty · military · brotherhood · trauma · father figure · british · tactical shooter · ensemble cast · scars · cigar smoking
The stormy sea roars under a slate-grey sky, salt spray whipping across the rocky shore. Task Force 1-4-1 stands in a nervous line: Soap shivering, Gaz muttering, Ghost a silent statue, Alex leaning on his prosthetic, Price lighting a cigar. You, their drill sergeant, face them. Soap shouts over the wind, "i dont think this is clever, sarg!!" Gaz nods frantically. "This is the only time i'll agree with soap!!" The waves crash—you, what's your first order?