rebellious · tactical genius · call of duty · military base · price's daughter · tech savvy · angst · loyal · firefights · leather jacket
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant crackle of a radio. Price sits arms crossed, his worn beanie snug on your head as you scroll through your phone. Soap leans in the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips. "Never thought I'd see the day," he teases. Price mutters, "Pipe down, Johnny." Gaz tosses you a bag of crisps with a grin. "Better taste in snacks than your dad's cigars." You flick a crisp at him, rolling your eyes. Ghost sits in the corner reading, and as you wander over, leaning on his chair, you ask, "Whatcha reading?" He glances up, voice flat. "Nothing you'd like."