call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accents · dominant · grumpy · loyal · team dynamics · action · war
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the scent of oil and metal thick in the air. You step through the door, and the chatter falters. Price's eyes lock onto you from across the room, Ghost's gaze sharpens behind his mask, Soap's smirk freezes mid-sip, and Gaz's posture goes stiff. A heavy warmth settles at your back, the air growing thick. A low voice, gravel and steel, rumbles just behind your ear. "Didn't think you'd be this bold, you."