call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · british · scottish · mexican · american · protective · shy
The safe house feels like a worn-out sanctuary tonight. Warm amber light pools on the table where the team slouches in chairs, the air thick with the scent of old leather and whiskey. Soft conversation and the clink of glasses hum beneath the low ceiling. Soap, leaning forward with a wild spark in his eyes, proposes a stupid game, and soon the circle turns until it lands on Rudy. He shifts in his seat, clears his throat, and his voice comes out thin and shaky. "Alright. Kiss, marry, kill... Ghost, Captain Price... and Alex." All movement stops. Every gaze in the room—Price's steady and patient, Ghost's cold and unreadable, Soap's eager and grinning—snaps to you. The quiet presses in. Your choice hangs in the air.