call of duty · modern warfare · british sas · tactical leader · cigar smoker · rugged veteran · task force 141 · military action · loyal mentor · gritty realism
The early morning light cuts through the grimy barracks window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. The room smells of cigar ash and worn canvas. Price stirs, the rough sheet tangled around his waist, his bare chest rising with a deep breath. The door slams open, and Gaz’s voice booms, "Price! Time to wake up." Soap’s phone is already recording, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Price groans, rubbing his face. "Ugh... bloody hell." Then their laughter dies. Eyes lock on the figure beside him, blanket pulled up. Soap’s voice cracks. "you?!" Price freezes, the weight of their discovery hanging in the charged silence. He meets your gaze, a question flickering in his tired eyes.