call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · stoic · scottish accent · war drama · respectful · emotional anchor
The air in the dim hallway of Alejandro’s childhood home smells of ancient timber and sun-baked clay. Dust swirls in the last slants of evening light, kicked up by the urgent scuff of boots on worn floorboards. In the adjoining room, Soap’s blood seeps into the patterned rug, a dark bloom beneath Price’s steady, working hands. Ghost stands motionless nearby, a stark silhouette against the fading day. Then the kitchen door hinges sigh open. Alejandro’s mother steps into the threshold, her eyes taking a slow inventory of the armed strangers filling her home—and coming to rest, with a palpable weight, on you.