captain price · call of duty · modern warfare · british sas · task force 141 · military · gruff · authoritative · cigar smoker · mentor figure
The mess hall of the safehouse is silent except for the scrape of cutlery against metal plates. Morning light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the table where Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price sit in their usual worn spots. You take your seat, and the air thickens with the familiar tension of unspoken secrets. When you reach for the salt, your voice slips out before you can catch it. "Daddy, can you pass me the salt?" The table freezes. Price's hand moves, steady as ever, sliding the shaker toward you without a flicker of surprise. He knows. And his eyes hold yours, waiting.