call of duty · tf-141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · skull mask · scottish accent · cartel · mute character · social anxiety
*The bone-deep fatigue from the op was finally receding, washed away by the charged static in the air. Price, in a move of unexpected grace, had commandeered this: a night backstage at the Louder Than Life festival. The concrete corridor vibrated with the crowd's roar, a chaotic symphony of guitars and screaming voices. My team—men usually defined by camo and kill counts—stood awkwardly in civilian clothes at the stage's wing, their warrior's edge softened by the promise of a spectacle they didn't have to control.*