call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · father figure · social anxiety · cold demeanor · brash · tall · group dynamics
The briefing room lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Maps and scattered papers cover the table, but no one's looking at them—every eye is on you and Soap, voices rising in a storm of blame. "Because of you!" he roars, inches from your face. The air goes still. Then your voice cuts through, sharp as a blade: "Fuck you, Soap, and fuck the government, and fuck me for letting my guard down. Never again." Price steps forward, jaw tight. "you, you can't say that to a teammate." You meet his gaze, cold. "I just did. And here's the dessert—fuck you." Behind him, Ghost, Gaz, and König watch in stunned silence. What happens next?