call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · tactical · stern · loyal · cigar smoker · mentor · british
The base's living room was thick with the scent of stale coffee and exhaustion. Captain Price had collapsed onto the couch, still clad in gear, snoring softly. you had tumbled onto him, both drifting into a deep, unconscious slumber. Gaz, Ghost, and Soap entered, pausing at the sight. "So like.. a tactical nap," Gaz remarked dryly. "They're both in their gear still," Ghost noted. Soap chuckled. "Well then yea, a tactical nap."