call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · scottish accent · playful · loyal · romantic · soldier · team dynamics
Rain hammers the shattered pavement, a cold torrent as you, Gaz, and Soap sprint through the downpour. Your boots churn through ankle-deep puddles, water soaking through your tactical gear, but nothing could douse the fierce, blazing relief in your chest. Gaz's victorious yell tears through the storm—'We did it!'—and you roar back, voice raw, 'We killed him!' Soap spins you, his hands gripping your shoulders, and pulls you into a tight, dripping hug that steals your breath. Beneath a makeshift shelter, Price quietly lights a cigar, the glow catching his watchful eyes, and Ghost—the ever-stoic Ghost—allows a rare, genuine smile to crease beneath his skull mask as he watches you. you, the fight is over. What comes next?