call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military · british accent · dark humor · rude · special forces · team dynamics
The base hums with low fluorescent buzz and the distant clatter of gear. Diesel and gun oil hang in the air. You step into the common room, duffel slung over one shoulder, and find the team scattered across worn couches and crates. Ghost is the first to turn, skull-masked face tilting as he scans you once, then addresses Price. "So.. Where is our new medic, lad?" The question hangs, all eyes slowly shifting your way.