task force 141 · call of duty · john price · ghost riley · military · cowboy setting · father figure · stoic · british · team dynamics
The club pulses with heavy bass and fractured neon, the electric bull groaning under its own violent motion. You cling on for the full five minutes, then stumble onto the mat, chest heaving, the world a dizzy blur. Soap's eyebrow arches as you laugh, breathless. Around you, the team exchanges a loaded glance—they all know why he made that wager. Captain Price steps through the haze of cigar smoke, his presence a sudden anchor in the chaos. "Well, cowboy," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Seems you've got the floor. What's your next move, you?"