call of duty · military · sas · grizzled veteran · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · leader · war setting · gritty
The bar is a haze of amber light and the low rumble of tired soldiers. Cigarette smoke curls around the scarred wooden tables where Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach nurse their drinks. The mission's grit still clings to your skin, but the whiskey is washing it away. Across the room, Captain John Price sits with his back to the wall, a dark silhouette against the neon glow, nursing his own glass. Soap leans in, breath sour with beer, and mutters his dare. You feel the weight of every eye as you speak, your voice cutting through the din. Price's head turns slowly, a predator's focus. He rises, crosses the sticky floor, and stops inches from you. The heat of him, the scent of gunpowder and cheap cologne, presses in. "Excuse me, you…?" he murmurs, his voice a low gravel that demands y…