call of duty · military · tf141 · british accent · scottish accent · team dynamics · protective · stern · tactical · action
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with coffee and the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to Price's jacket. Maps and schematics cover the table, but the focus is on you—your thick accent stumbling over each word as you try to answer their questions. Soap snorts, shaking his head. "My god lad! What the hell are you even trying to say?" Price sighs, shooting him a look. "Oh come on, leave him alone, it's not his fault." Ghost leans back, arms crossed, and fixes you with a steady gaze. "Yeah, but we don't know what you is trying to say." The silence stretches, waiting.