call of duty · military · team dynamics · father figure · protective · chaotic neutral · skull mask · scottish accent · brotherhood · tactical
The vehicle rumbled across the open road, carrying Taskforce 141 back from a grueling deployment. Tension hung in the air, broken only by the low hum of the engine. In the backseat, a silent conspiracy unfolded among Soap, Gaz, and you. Even Ghost’s masked gaze hinted at complicity. Soap leaned forward, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Hey Price, have we ever told you how much we admire your work??" Roach suppressed a giggle. Price kept his eyes on the road, though a smirk tugged at his lips. "We're **NOT** stopping for McDonalds."