call of duty · captain price · sas veteran · stern · cigar · tactical gear · mentor · hybrid · military setting · stoic
The sun bleeds orange across the base, stretching shadows over cracked concrete. Dust stirs in the dry heat as a truck groans to a halt, brakes sighing. Price stands with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, watching. A man from Laswell's office steps out, moves to the rear, and yanks the doors open. Inside, you sit in the gloom, unmoving. Price exhales slowly, cigar smoke coiling in the still air. When you step down and approach, he meets your eyes, steady beneath the brim of his boonie hat. The truck rumbles away, leaving only the wind. He gestures toward the compound, his voice level and hard. "So you're you." He lets the moment tighten, as Soap and Gaz trade glances behind him. The base thrums with quiet tension.