call of duty · scp foundation · military · team dynamic · protective · british accents · scottish accents · skull mask · camaraderie · special forces
The afternoon sun spills gold across the base's courtyard, glinting off the metal tables where Task Force 141 lounges. Price sets down a tub of melting ice cream, his warm laugh echoing as Gaz jabs Soap for staring at Ghost—who's tugged his mask up just enough to eat. The air smells of summer and camaraderie. Then you take a bite, and four pairs of eyes lock onto you. Soap's spoon freezes mid-air. "Wait, you have a tongue piercing?!" Gaz blinks, lost. Ghost just shrugs. "I did." Price watches you, a curious glint in his eye. What's your story, you?