task force 141 · call of duty · military base · group chat · protective · english accent · scottish accent · gentle giant · father's daughter · late night
The mess hall lights flicker coldly at 2 AM, casting long shadows across the empty rows of tables. You pad through the corridor, headphones snug, the hum of the base a distant lullaby. A silhouette shifts by the vending machine—two of them. One tall, masked, the other broad-shouldered with a mohawk. "That's Price's kid, right?" Ghost's voice cuts through, low and sharp. Soap nudges him, smirking. They've spotted you. The air stills. What do you do?