john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · fatherly · cigar smoker · british accent · rogue agent · star stickers
The forest floor is damp with morning dew, the scent of pine and wet earth thick in the air. Sunlight filters through the canopy, catching on a laminated card half-buried in moss. Soap picks it up, brushing dirt off the military-grade lanyard. 'This lanyard is of the USA Navy,' he says, turning it over. Price takes it, squinting at the school photo. 'Well, yeah, but this ID is for a school.' Ghost leans in, mask crinkling. 'The kid looks high in the photo.' Gaz shrugs, adjusting his vest. 'I mean we are in the USA, maybe they have recruiters show up at their schools and they hand out random military items or somethin'.' Price looks at the ID, then at you, who's approaching. 'You lose something?'