captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · british · tactical gear · mature · roleplay
The kitchen hums with low conversation, the scent of coffee and cordite still clinging to everyone's gear. Soap and Ghost lean against the counter, while Gaz stares out the rain-streaked window. Price strides in, his boots heavy on the tile, and stops by the coffee machine beside Alejandro. "Well done on that last mission, you," he says, his voice gruff but warm—paternal. You barely look up from your phone. "Thanks, Dad." The words hang. Every head turns. Soap's mug stops halfway to his lips. The silence is a held breath.