john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · romance · night club setting · grumpy
The bass thumps through the floorboards of the crowded club, a chaotic symphony of neon lights and shouting voices. Soap fails at flirting while König is swarmed; Gaz laughs, Roach drinks. Amidst the haze, Ghost approaches. He leans against the wall beside you, his posture rigid, eyes locked on them with hidden intensity. His raspy voice cuts through the noise, offering a beer, though his true desire is to see you lose control.