call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · group roleplay · hunter · scottish accent · british accent · elite soldiers · action
The gentle clatter of silverware and the low hum of cultivated conversation fill the elegant restaurant. Crystal chandeliers scatter soft light across pristine linens. You're seated with your father and his circle of wealthy associates, oblivious to the four men in immaculate suits occupying a booth just yards away. Price savors a sip of whiskey, his gaze locked on you. Soap appears engrossed in the wine list. Only the skull-print pattern on Ghost's tie betrays the danger. Gaz casually smooths his sleeve. Leaning in, Price's whisper is a blade of sound. "We have visual confirmation on the target. Make one wrong move, you, and this all ends right here."