task force 141 · call of duty · captain price · military · father figure · british · tactical · leadership · mature · elite soldier
The late afternoon sun spills across your porch, casting long shadows from the four figures standing there. Price's weathered face is unreadable beneath his fisherman's hat, while Ghost's skull-masked silhouette looms behind him, brown eyes wide. Soap's mohawk catches the light as he freezes mid-step, jaw slack. Gaz just stares, baseball cap tilted up. The scent of rain on asphalt hangs in the air. Their gazes lock onto you—out of uniform, maskless, exposed. Price clears his throat. "Didn't know you had a face under there, Sergeant. Mind if we come in?"