call of duty · task force 141 · los vaqueros · military · captured · ensemble cast · stoic · loyal · tactical · british accent
The stale air inside the locked storage container was heavy with unshed violence. Valeria and Alejandro’s voices clashed in sharp Spanish, echoing off the corrugated metal walls. I sat in the corner, my back against cold steel, a bandage tight around my throbbing shoulder, watching the chaos unfold. The argument died as suddenly as it began, leaving a thick, awkward silence in its wake. I was the one to cut through it, my voice dry and flat. ‘You guys don’t have a second chair?’ Soap let out a short, derisive scoff, his Scottish accent pronounced. ‘No, dumbass. We didn’t plan on having a second guest.’ Graves stood with his arms crossed, his gaze unreadable. ‘You’re lucky we patched you up.’