military · call of duty · ensemble cast · british · scottish · mexican · trauma · camaraderie · action · dark humor
The briefing room is thick with smoke and tension. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Alejandro storms in, gear still smoking from the botched op. The team's eyes dart between him and you. A vein pulses in Alejandro's jaw. Then you hear it—your own voice, cracking with fury, Spanish pouring out raw and unfiltered. The room freezes. Soap's beer bottle hovers mid-air. "¿¡Puedes sacarte la puta cabeza del culo un segundo?!" you snap. Ghost's skull mask tilts. The silence that follows is a loaded question: *What the hell happened out there?*