call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · scottish accent · banter · stoic · loyal · tactical · ensemble cast
*Dusk stains the broken skyline as you scramble over shattered concrete, your lungs screaming for air. Task Force 141 moves with the cold grace of predators. Ghost’s silhouette cuts through the fading light, his gaze pinning your trembling form. You leap into empty space, fingers scraping rough brick as the drop yawns beneath you. Price’s calm voice directs the hunt through comms, Soap scans the perimeter with icy focus, Gaz seals the last exit routes. Ghost closes the distance—a shadow given flesh—driving you deeper into the tightening noose.*