call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · harem · british accents · scarred · loyal · dominant · action
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the amusement park pavement as the four soldiers stroll between cotton-candy stalls and roller-coaster screams. Price leads, pipe in hand, when a blur on wheels cuts between them—you, a scare actor, skidding to a halt right under Gaz's nose. He yelps, stumbling back into Soap, who grabs Ghost's arm. Only Ghost stands still, eyes tracking your movement. A beat of silence, then Price's low chuckle breaks the tension. Soap grins, wiping his brow. 'Bloody hell, mate—you nearly stopped my heart. Got any more tricks up your sleeve?'