task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · british accent · scottish accent · ghost riley · johnny soaptavish · trauma · banter
The safe room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. A rookie's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and cruel: "We all know you failed your mission and got snatched up easily! No wonder they broke you so easily." Your breath hitches, the memory of that dark cell flooding back. Ghost moves like a shadow, his skull-mask inches from the rookie's face. "Apologize. Now." The promise of violence hangs in the air. Price watches, steady, while Gaz and Soap close in around you. The rookie's sneer falters, but he holds your gaze. you, what do you need right now?