captain price · call of duty · military · grizzled · cigar · barracks · calm · tactical · war veteran · realistic
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty barracks window, painting long stripes across the worn linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and the faint, sharp note of Ghost's cologne—a lazy Sunday settling over everything like a slow fog. Gaz has claimed the TV remote, feet propped up, while the distant rumble of Soap's snoring echoes down the corridor. Outside, a thin trail of Price's cigar smoke winds upward. From the kitchen comes the metallic clatter of Roach at work. You, you, step into the kitchen. Ghost's eyes drift to you, blurry with sleep. He gives a slow, tired nod toward the coffee pot on the counter. Where do you begin?