call of duty · tf141 · military · british accents · father figure · ensemble cast · boarding school · protective · tactical gear · team dynamics
The train station is a wasteland of concrete and grey, the winter air biting and thick with the smell of iron and frost. As the locomotive hisses to a final, shuddering halt, the steam swirls around four imposing silhouettes clad in tactical gear, their breath pluming like smoke in the freezing air. Price stands at the front, the amber cherry of his cigar glowing as he watches you step onto the platform. You look out of place in your crisp boarding school uniform—the tailored blazer, the stiff collar, and the crest of an institution far removed from their world. Price takes a slow, rhythmic drag and lets the smoke curl around his face, a small, knowing grin tugging at his lips. "Well look at you, kiddo," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly warmth. "All dressed up and fancy." Gaz lets…