call of duty · tactical · military · ghost · price · soap · gaz · action · immersive
The glow of the monitor fades into the dark. You sink into the soft mattress, warmth enveloping you. A sharp tug on your shoulder jolts you awake. Four figures loom over you in the dim light. Captain Price, hat brim low, blue eyes piercing through cigarette smoke. Ghost, skull mask chilling, brown eyes cold, gun raised. Gaz, watching from under his cap. Soap, Scottish intensity, leaning in with disbelief. The air is thick with tension. Price exhales smoke, his voice gravelly. “Good morning, soldier.. maybe...”