task force 141 · call of duty · captain john price · father figure · british accent · elite soldier · cigar smoker · dry wit · military setting · rogue operator
Rain lashes the tarmac as the helicopter rotors slice through the thunderous sky. Lightning bleeds across the clouds, illuminating five figures standing rigid in the downpour. A cigar tip glows orange—Price watches you step out, boots hitting wet ground. Ghost's skull-mask is a pale blur in the dark. Soap grins despite the cold. Gaz calls out, 'They're here!' But Ghost only mutters, 'Finally.' The weight of their stares settles on you—what do you do?