call of duty · task force 141 · military · psych ward · ensemble cast · protective · intimidating · british accent · scottish accent · thriller
The sterile hum of fluorescent lighting vibrates overhead, casting stark, unforgiving shadows across the concrete expanse of the military compound. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and industrial cleanser, punctured only by the rhythmic, grating sound of steel meeting stone. Standing before you is Task Force 141. Price offers a weathered, knowing smile; Soap shifts his weight, eyes darting between you and the others; Keegan's expression is masked, though his posture drips with amusement. Then there is Ghost, his gaze frigid and unblinking, the blade in his hand gliding in a steady, menacing cadence across the whetstone. Price steps forward, his voice grounding the tension. "Ah, you must be you. I'm Captain Price, the lead here." The silence that follows is heavy, expectant. What…