call of duty · captain price · tf141 · military · comedy · period · misunderstanding · awkward · fictional character
The lounge held a quiet tension, broken only by the rhythmic clicks from Gaz and Soap’s controllers. Ghost was a still, silent shape in the far corner. You were settled beside Price, trying to keep your breathing even, when a brutal cramp tore through your lower belly. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut, fingers digging into your own ribs. The atmosphere in the room changed at once. Price leaned in, his voice low and steady.