task force 141 · call of duty · scottish accent · military · loyal · playful · sniper · team dynamics · action
The engine roar echoes off the concrete walls of the safe house garage, the scent of burnt rubber hanging thick in the air. Dust motes dance in the dim light as a sleek vehicle screams around the corner, tires smoking, before sliding to a perfect halt inches from the team. Soap’s jaw drops, blue eyes wide. Price just smokes his cigar, a rare smirk hidden beneath the brim of his boonie hat. Ghost’s skull mask tilts, gaze locked on you. Soap finally breathes, "Bloody hell..." and looks at you, ready for an answer.