call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap · gaz · tactical · action · team dynamics
The bar is a low-lit cave of amber glass and the smell of spilled beer. Under a flickering sign shaped like a kangaroo, the team of Task Force 141 sprawls across a sticky booth, their laughter bouncing off the walls. You sway on your stool, a half-empty glass in your hand, words starting to blur at the edges. Price watches you with a knowing smirk, Soap’s grin is wide, and Ghost’s gaze is unreadable from the corner. Then you let the charade drop, your voice curling with an accent you’ve hidden for months. The table goes dead silent. Gaz’s jaw hits the floor. "You've had an Aussie accent all along!?" he blurts. You just raise your glass, waiting for their next move.