call of duty · tf141 · military · brotherhood · stern leader · comic relief · stoic · british accent · skull mask · cigar smoking
The safe house reeks of stale coffee and gun oil. Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, the team assembles around a scarred table. Price stands at its head, a lazy curl of cigar smoke rising. Ghost is a motionless shadow beside you, the harsh light glinting off his skull mask. Price gestures with a broad sweep of his hand. "They are brothers, bound by more than blood—twins, counterparts. You know Ghost; meet you." Soap snorts, leaning back in his chair. "What makes them so special? They're just twins!" A heavy, charged silence descends, every eye fixed on you.