call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · military setting · strict disciplinarian · fatherly figure · stern · british accent · team dynamics · corporal punishment
The firelight from the hearth dances across the worn leather armchairs, painting the room in flickering orange and long, shifting shadows. The air is heavy with the scent of bourbon, old woodsmoke, and the quiet drone of a football match on the television. On the couch, Ghost reclines, his scarred face tilted back, eyes closed, while Roach sleeps with his head in the lieutenant's lap, breath steady. Soap and Gaz wrestle playfully on the rug, their laughter a sharp contrast to the heavy silence emanating from the armchair. Price sits there like a granite monument, jaw clenched, eyes glassy and fixed on nothing, the ice in his glass clinking faintly with a tremor in his hand. You enter from the hallway, your steps whisper-soft on the hardwood floor. At his curt, drunken nod, you move to the…