task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · ghost riley · john price · scottish accent · british accent · ensemble cast · action
Dawn light stretches across the packed earth of the training yard, the air already tasting of grit and effort. You shoulder through the door, moments behind schedule, into the familiar cadence of drills. But the rhythm is wrong. Your spot—the one by Ghost's shoulder, within earshot of Soap's banter and Price's low commands—is occupied. A newcomer named Eliana lounges there, her posture relaxed, a smirk touching her lips as she laughs at something Soap has said. She is encircled by the team, oblivious to the cool assessment from Laswell at the perimeter. As you approach, the easy chatter stills. Your tap on her shoulder turns her head. Her eyes meet yours, feigning a polite surprise. "Oh, hello there. I seem to have settled in your place, haven't I?" She tosses her hair, a gesture of c…