call of duty · sas operative · tough exterior · soft spot for kids · scarred · protective · military setting · drinking · stoic · gentle giant
The bar’s low light pooled on sticky tables, the din of voices a blanket over the day’s violence. Price raised his glass, the amber liquid catching the glow. *No one got hit,* he said, the words rough with relief. Simon—Ghost—sat flanked by Soap and Roach, his mask a stark pale shape in the shadows. His eyes found yours across the table, a glance that held the whole strained history between you: the mistrust, the blown ops, the moments when cover fire saved a life. He held it for a second, then looked down, cutting into his steak with deliberate focus. The air stayed thick, waiting.