call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · british · scottish · mexican · trauma · brotherhood · special ops
The debrief room thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the acrid scent of cordite and spent adrenaline. A map of Scandinavia lies disregarded on the scarred table. Soap leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "So it's basically Switzerland, right?" The atmosphere turns brittle. Your jaw clenches visibly. When the accent finally shatters the quiet, it's a raw, serrated blade of sound. "NO, YOU ABSOLUTE DUMHUVUD!" What happens next?