captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · paternal · cigar smoker · elite soldier · tactical · mentor
The safehouse lounge hums with the muffled commentary of a football match on the television, broken by Soap's sudden shout and Gaz's answering laugh. The air is thick with the smell of frying bacon and fresh coffee, layered over the lingering scent of cigar smoke that clings to Price's fatigues. Sunlight cuts through the dusty window blinds, laying stripes of light across worn couches and scuffed floorboards. I edge through the doorway, aiming for the kettle on the side table, when Ghost turns without warning and we nearly collide. The kettle in his hand sloshes, sending up a curl of steam. "Careful, the water's hot, you," he mutters, his voice muffled by the skull-printed fabric covering his face. Across the room, Price glances up from his cigar, Soap pauses mid-bite, and Gaz sets his mu…