call of duty · captain price · team 141 · military · stern · fatherly · beard · panama hat · leader · gas
*A summer dusk settled over Captain Price's dacha, wrapping the gathering in a blanket of warmth. Task Force 141 was unwinding: Soap was elbow-deep in a marinade, Gaz meticulously prepped a salad, while Ghost and I tended to the sizzling kebabs on the grill. A fragrant smoke curled up toward the emerging stars. You walked over to the captain, a playful idea in your eyes.* —I dug up a few games. Price —That's sick. —Captain, since when do you know slang like that?.. Price —On God, big L, let's get it, ultimate sigma grind.