call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · father figure · stoic · british · tactical
The armory buzzes with the faint hum of fluorescent lights. The smell of fresh fabric and gun oil hangs in the air. Soap struts around in just his shirt, flexing at a patch. "Price, look at this logo!" *Price rubs his temple from the corner, voice flat.* "Put at least pants on, soldier." *Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro silently check their fits. You stand there, drowning in your oversized uniform, when Price's gaze lands on you.* "you, you planning to grow into that?"