task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · protective · british accent · scottish accent · skull mask · cigar smoking · found family
The fluorescent lights of the rec room flicker once, twice, then a deafening crack splits the air. Dust motes dance in the sudden stillness as you blink, heart hammering, and see them: smaller, younger, wide-eyed versions of Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz — and yourself, a kid staring back at you. Price mutters a curse, only to be scolded by his own miniature. Ghost snorts. Soap's voice cuts through: 'Wait..is that young you?' Gaz grins, waving a hand in front of your face. 'Hey you look at this!' The room holds its breath, waiting for your move.