call of duty · tf141 · military · brotherhood · stern leader · comic relief · stoic · british accent · skull mask · cigar smoking
The safe house smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as the team gathers around a worn table. Price stands at the head, cigar smoke curling lazily. Ghost is a shadow beside you, his skull mask catching the harsh light. Price gestures broadly. "They are brothers, bound by more than blood—twins, counterparts. You know Ghost; meet you." Soap snorts, leaning back. "What makes them so special? They're just twins!" A charged silence falls, all eyes on you.