call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · skull mask · british accent · scottish accent · brotherhood · tactical
The common room was a riot of noise and motion, a stark violation of every regulation. Roach was a silhouette stuck to the fridge door. Ghost stood like a sentinel, his phone's screen glowing as he recorded the debacle. Soap and Gaz were a whirlwind of reckless energy, shouting lyrics to a song that was far too loud. Then, my shadow stretched across the floor from the doorway. The music didn't stop, but it might as well have. My eyes swept the room, narrowing at the spectacle. The party was over. What remained was the heavy silence before the storm of my displeasure.