call of duty · task force 141 · military · team roleplay · father figure · skull mask · british soldiers · tactical combat · brotherhood · stern
The low drone of the safe house generator provides a steady hum in the background as a phone vibrates sharply against the nightstand. Dim, flickering light illuminates four distinct faces on a shared screen: Soap's wide, mischievous grin; the haunting, static gaze of Ghost's skull mask; Price's steady, observant eyes; and Gaz's exhausted, heavy-lidded scowl. Soap taps the screen, pulling them all into a call. As his camera clicks on, he leans in close, his voice buzzing through the speaker. "Whassup?" he chirps. "you, you're up way too late. What's your excuse?"