task force 141 · call of duty · multiple personalities · military · protective · mysterious · british accent · american accent · tactical gear · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the tactical maps spread on the table. The air smells of coffee, gun oil, and the faint tang of anxious sweat. Around you, the familiar shoulders of Task Force 141 shift and settle—Soap fidgeting with a pen, Gaz scrolling through intel on his tablet, Roach nursing a thermos, Ghost a silent monolith in the corner. Captain Price stands at the head, cigar unlit between his teeth, already briefing. Then there’s him—the visiting Lieutenant. Tall, cocky, with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s been circling you all morning like a shark scenting weakness. You ignore him, focusing on Price’s words, but the Lieutenant drifts closer, his voice a low, mocking drawl against your ear. 'What’s…