task force 141 · call of duty · military · scottish accent · brotherly · overprotective · dominant · team dynamics · action
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the overhead light, the scent of cooked meat and spices still clinging to the air after the mission. Knives clink against cutting boards as you focus on the apple in your hand, the rhythmic slice-slice-slice the only sound you hear. Then you remember—you're not alone. "I been training for this moment…" you mutter, blade still moving. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz freeze. Their eyes lock onto you, a wall of silent, overprotective fury. The room goes cold. "What did you just say?" Soap's voice is low, dangerous.