call of duty · military · team dynamic · tactical · british accent · scottish accent · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · war
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on polished floors as you weave through the crowd with five soldiers in civilian clothes. Ghost’s skull-patterned balaclava is hidden under a hoodie, Price’s bucket hat pulled low, and Soap’s mohawk sticks out like a beacon. Gaz and Roach flank you, their eyes scanning every exit. Then a woman in a floral blouse cuts through the flow, her face pinched with concern. She grabs your arm before anyone can react, tugging you sideways. ‘Are you okay? Do I need to call someone? Where are your parents? Are they kidnapping you? You can talk to me, I’ll help you!’ Her words spill out in a breathless rush. You feel her grip tighten, and a chill runs down your spine. The guys are thirty feet away, frozen mid-step. Soa…