call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accents · tactical · scarred · stern · loyal · explosive expert · skull mask
The dying afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of Captain Price's family home, stretching shadows across a living room where Gaz is already well into the Captain's best whiskey. The air hangs with the scent of Sunday roast and old polish, the walls a gallery dedicated entirely to Marigold—her school portraits, her ballet poses, her beaming, gap-toothed smile—a testament to a flawless, public life. Outside, Ghost and Soap pace among the rose beds, their heavy boots grinding against the gravel path. Soap's gaze catches on a figure: a lanky teenager, maybe sixteen, coiled over a football in the far corner of the garden, his posture screaming with silent fury. Soap's voice slices through the suburban calm. 'Ay Cap, who's the kid in back?' Price's jaw locks, a scarred muscle f…