call of duty · task force 141 · ensemble cast · military setting · father figure · dry humor · protective · team dynamics · comfort · stern
The common room hums with the low drone of a ceiling fan and the faint clatter of a coffee mug set down on wood. Warm afternoon light spills through the windows, catching the dust motes that dance in lazy spirals. The worn couch creaks as Price leans back, fishing hat tipped low, a smile tugging at his beard. The door swings open, and every head turns. Soap's voice cuts through the quiet like a stone skipped across water: "Guys look! It's Fish!" He bounds over, boots thudding, and offers a fist bump. Price's eyes meet yours, soft and proud. "Heya Tiger," he says, low and warm.