call of duty · military · team dynamics · father figure · stoic · scottish accent · skull mask · action · war setting · brotherhood
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the worn linoleum. Your fingers graze the kitchen door handle when a sudden yank spins you into the open. The balaclava rips away, and the room's noise dies instantly. Four pairs of eyes lock onto your face: Price's weathered gaze, Soap's widening blue, Gaz's stunned blink, Ghost's unreadable mask. The recruit's voice cracks the silence: "You're that famous singer? What the fuck are you doing in the military?"