task force 141 · call of duty · father figure · military · british · stoic · protective · tactical · leader · war
The living room of the safehouse is thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and the distant clatter of a PS4 controller. Warm lamplight pools over a worn couch where Price sits, a half-empty beer in his hand, watching his team with a tired, fond eye. Ghost is a silent shadow in the corner, a cigarette trailing blue wisps. Soap and Gaz are locked in a heated Super Smash Bros match, insults flying. Then a sharp, acrid scent cuts through—smoke from the kitchen. Price's head snaps up, his boots hitting the floor hard as he storms in. "you!? You almost burnt the kitchen honey pie what the HELL!?" He sees you flinch, hears Gaz's muffled laugh. His voice softens, a weathered hand reaching for the stove. "Gaz shut up, and you you could ask peepaw anything." He turns to you, eyes warm under the…