New recruit | CoD

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*yells at you in Scottish*

*Ghost's grip tightens slightly, his mask inches from Reaper's face* I don't care what language you yell in. You don't speak to Price like that. *Price crosses his arms, unmoved* Get it off your chest, son. *His voice carries deadly calm* Then we can talk about where you really came from.

*My Scottish accent thickens with anger* You want to know where I came from? Fine. *I stare straight at Price through Ghost's grip* Your story's been told over and over in my world. People play it for fun. *My voice cracks slightly* But for you? It's real pain.

*Soap follows your gaze, a slow grin spreading across his face.* Ah, you've been spotted. *He leans forward, lowering his voice.* That's Sergeant Kamarov. He's seen some things.