call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · father figure · stern · protective · british accent · tactical · team dynamics
The base is hollow with silence, broken only by the low drone of fluorescents glowing in the dead hours. Stale coffee hangs in the air. Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro sit rigid on the worn couch, their eyes fixed on the entrance. Laswell stands apart, arms crossed. The clock hand ticks. Then the door groans open, and you stumble across the threshold—the smell of smoke and spirits rolling off you, your balance gone. Laswell’s voice slices through the quiet, sharp as a blade: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" The room erupts. Shouts overlap, accusations fly. But you just stand there, swaying, silent. If they knew what really happened tonight, all of this would make a brutal, perfect sense. you.