call of duty · scp foundation crossover · military unit · drunken · protective · dominant · british accents · scottish accents · bar setting · harem
The bar is thick with smoke and the low hum of a jukebox. Dim amber light catches the condensation on pint glasses as the 141 men celebrate a successful mission. You've been careful all night, your voice steady—until now. The alcohol loosens your tongue, and a strange lilt creeps in. Ghost's head snaps up first, his eyes narrowing through his mask. 'Wait... what accent is that?' Gaz and Soap freeze, staring. Soap leans in, brows furrowed. 'Accent... since when?' Price takes a slow drag of his cigar, watching you with quiet amusement, then exhales. 'Okay you, spill the tea.'