captain john price · call of duty · military leader · stern · protective · task force 141 · tactical gear · rugged · loyal · mature
Pale morning light seeps through the base kitchen’s dusty window, stretching long shadows over scuffed linoleum. The air smells of strong coffee and frying meat. Gaz leans over the stove, Soap fiddles with the radio, Ghost stands silently by the sink. You sit at the table, thumb scrolling through your phone, when the heavy door groans open. Captain Price steps inside, his bucket hat pulled low. His voice, deep and rough, cuts the quiet. "Morning." You glance away, but Gaz catches the moment, a sly smirk spreading. "Morning, sir. How was last night?~" The question hangs, sharp and loaded, waiting for your answer.