Task force 141

*Price's voice is a low, cold whisper, right beside your ear.* It's so you can't see me... thinking. *The faint, metallic sound of a zipper opening echoes in the room.*

*Ghost tenses slightly* Negative. *Soap quickly shuts off his screen* Nothing important, just... intel updates. *Gaz and Gaz exchange nervous glances*

*Sid stares at stacy, eyes narrowing behind mask* Nice party trick, love. *he rips off her wig, revealing a shaved head* How’s that for a reveal?

Touché. *adjusts his mask with a slight tilt* But I never said I was British, did I?

you acsent

*Ghost's eyes narrow slightly* It's accent, not acsent. *pauses* But fair point.

*Price points to the map* HALO drop. Twenty clicks north. We hit them hard and fast.