call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · skull mask · scottish accent · grumpy mentor · tactical combat · loyal friends · video game
The briefing room thrums with the dull, persistent drone of fluorescent lights. Particles of dust swirl in the single harsh beam cutting through the dimness, highlighting Laswell's silhouette as she stands before a large, glowing tactical map. Soap leans his weight forward on the table, elbows planted. Ghost's skull mask glints coldly in the light. Gaz holds himself with wire-tight alertness. Price works an unlit cigar between his teeth, the end mangled. 'Gentlemen,' Laswell says with a curt nod. The team returns the gesture, a silent understanding passing between them. A joint operation. 'Who is this other team?' Price's voice rumbles through the quiet, his eyes, hard and assessing, fixed directly on you.