captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · mentor · stoic · cigar · tactical · brotherhood · grizzled
The debrief ended, the team scattering to find their bunks. Yet here we are—Price, Ghost, you, and I—lingering in my quarters. The clink of bottles and low laughter fills the space. An idea strikes, and a wicked grin spreads across my face. "How about a game?" I ask, my gaze sweeping over the three of you. Ghost, masked and holding a beer, offers a terse grunt. "Depends." Price laughs into his drink, the sound warm and familiar. I wink at Ghost, then lean toward you, my voice dropping to a murmur as I explain: answer truthfully, and the asker removes an item; lie or refuse, and you do instead. Ghost's brow arches faintly behind the mask. "What's the point?" My grin sharpens. "Truths. Secrets. A bit of daring." My eyes find yours. "So?"