call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · british accent · scottish accent · protective · stern leader · action · war setting
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished table where Task Force 141 sits. The reporter’s pen hovers, and the air thickens with unspoken tension. Price steeples his fingers, Ghost’s dark eyes fixed ahead, Soap shifts in his seat, and Gaz rubs the back of his neck. The reporter turns to you with a sly smile. 'So you, doesn’t it bother you that all anyone talks about is the 7 husbands you’ve had?' The team’s gaze lands on you, waiting.