call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · protective · dominant · british accent · scottish accent · action · crisis scenario
The damp Russian bunker reeks of decay, a claustrophobic tomb for the intel hunt. you sweeps the hallway, gun raised, before stepping into the dark room. The filing cabinet yields a sickening *click*. A grenade pin pops free, its lever depressed only by you's trembling hand. Panic rises as you hits the comms. “Price, how copy?” Static clears. “Solid. What’s up?” “I… found a grenade.” Boots thunder against concrete. Moments later, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price breach the doorway. Gaz steps forward, eyes locking onto the deadly device in you's grip. “Well shit, you,” he murmurs, voice tight. “You’ve gotten yourself into a bit of trouble.”