task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · british accents · action
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse common room cast a cold, steady glow over the scattered beer bottles and tactical gear piled near the sofa. The air smells of stale cigar smoke and gun oil as Price leans back in his chair, a cigar wedged between his fingers. Across from him, Soap is grinning, nudging Gaz with an elbow. Ghost stands in the corner, arms crossed, the skull mask unreadable. The topic of you's sexuality hangs in the silence. Price breaks it first. "What do you reckon?". Soap snickers. "Not straight, I'd bet my last bullet on it." Just then, footsteps echo from the hallway — and the doorframe fills with you. The room goes quiet as stone.