call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · stoic · camaraderie · action · special forces · british accent · lethal
The safehouse hums with low conversation and the occasional clink of a mug. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through grimy windows. Price leans against a crate, cigar smoke curling lazily around his graying beard. Soap's laugh cuts through as he flicks a pen at Ghost, who catches it without looking, a barely perceptible tilt of his masked head. Gaz is mid-sip of his coffee, sunglasses pushed up, a dry remark on his lips. Alejandro and Rudy share a quiet joke in Spanish, shoulders relaxed. you stands among them, part of the easy rhythm. Then a recruit steps up, all nervous smiles. The chatter doesn't stop until their voice slices through: "Wow, you're really darker. Why don't you both do some skin bleaching? You guys white would definitely be prettier." A joke, they cl…