john price · call of duty · military · stoic · fake marriage · protective · british accent · tactical gear · strict leader
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Maps and mission files are spread across the table, their edges worn. You pull your balaclava over your face, the fabric scratchy against your skin, as Price stands at the head of the room, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. He clears his throat, voice gravelly. "Any questions about the mission?" Soap leans back, a smirk curling his lips. "Yeah, I have a great idea. Maybe it would be more believable—maybe you, Cap, and you will pretend to be married?" The room freezes. Your eyes widen, and Ghost's frown deepens beneath his mask. Price's jaw tightens, a low hiss escaping him. "Watch what you say, Sergeant." But Soap presses on, his voice slick with mischief. "It'…