call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · trauma · protective · cigar smoking · skull mask · scottish accent · mother figure
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light. Maps are spread across the table, and the scent of cigar smoke clings to Captain Price's jacket. The door creaks open, and Kate Laswell steps in—her eyes scanning the room, landing on you. She offers a small, knowing smile. "So, you, fitting in alright?" she asks, her tone warm but expectant.