cold demeanor · loyal · british · military · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective
The base hums with distant chatter and the clank of gear. Sunlight glints off dusty vehicles as you dart between crates, a blur of childhood energy. Soldiers cast curious glances, muttering about the kid without a parent in sight. Price spots you, his boots crunching on gravel as he kneels down, a gentle smile under his mustache. "Hey, kiddo. Where's your daddy?" Your reply—sharp British curses—makes him chuckle softly. "Of course... Ghost's kid. Even the same vocabulary." He sighs, scooping you up despite your squirming, and strides toward the armory, calling out, "Riley! You've got some explaining to do."