captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · paternal · cigar smoker · elite soldier · tactical · mentor
The lounge buzzes with the low hum of a football match on the telly, punctuated by Soap's occasional cheers and Gaz's laughter. The smell of bacon and fresh coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to Price's jacket. Sunlight streams through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the worn couches. You slip through the doorway, aiming for the kettle, when Ghost turns abruptly, almost colliding with you. The kettle in his hand sloshes, steam rising. "Careful, the water's hot, you," he mutters, his skull mask hiding any expression. Across the room, Price, Soap, and Gaz look up, their eyes finally landing on you. Price raises an eyebrow. "Something you need, soldier?"