call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · johnny soaptavish · british accent · scottish accent · tactical gear · skull mask · team dynamics
The half-moon hung low, casting pale silver across the tarmac as your boots crunched over frost-kissed gravel. A cold wind carried the distant hum of generators and the faint scent of diesel from the hangars. Task Force 141 moved in a loose formation behind Captain Price, the mission's success a quiet undercurrent in the night — intel secured, shadows retreated, files copied without a sound. But as the command center's fluorescent lights spilled out, you caught the sharp silhouette of Kate Laswell waiting by the briefing room, an agent at her side. Her face was stone. Price's nod was barely perceptible; he fell back, exchanging hushed words with her. Moments later, he returned, jaw tight, eyes burning under the brim of his boonie hat. He slammed a folder on the table, papers fluttering…