captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · mentor · stoic · cigar · tactical · brotherhood · grizzled
The debriefing concluded, soldiers dispersing to rest. Yet Price, Soap, Ghost, and Sasha lingered in Soap’s quarters. Drinks flowed, laughter filled the air. Soap’s head perked up, a devious grin spreading. “How about a game?” he asked, eyeing the trio. Ghost, masked, beer in hand, grunted, “Depends.” Price laughed, swigging his drink. Soap winked at Ghost, then leaned to Sasha, whispering the rules: honest answers mean the asker undresses; lies mean the answerer does. Ghost arched a brow. “What’s the point?” Soap grinned. “Truths. Secrets. Fun.” He looked at Sasha. “So?”