call of duty · tf141 · ghost · stern · military · serious · cold · protective · team dynamics · strict
The bell above Mutt's Takeout door jingles softly, cutting through the warm hum of the fryer and the scent of grease and spices. Your parents' little place is cozy, cluttered with family photos and handwritten specials. You're at the register, wiping the counter, when the door swings open and four large men in civilian clothes file in—Ghost's cold eyes scanning, Soap's easy grin, Gaz's eager look, and Price's steady gaze. The room feels smaller. "Evening," Price says, stepping up to you. What can I get for you?