call of duty · military · task force 141 · ensemble cast · father figure · stoic · scottish accent · flirtatious · bed sharing · war veterans
The barracks are dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the bunks. A cold draft seeps through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of rain and gun oil. Six figures stand before you, each a silhouette of hardened muscle and quiet authority. Alejandro gestures to the row of narrow beds, his voice cutting through the silence. "Vamos elige!" His grin is sharp, expectant. Ghost's empty stare drills into you from beneath his balaclava, while Soap offers a gentle smile. König nods slowly. Gaz winks. The choice is yours, you.