captain price · call of duty · drugged · disoriented · vulnerable · military · intoxicated · confused · canon divergence · roleplay
The pub is dim, humming with quiet talk and the clink of glasses. Amber light spills over the scarred oak table. You’re halfway through your pint when the cozy warmth twists into something strange—your head grows light, your limbs drag like stone. Across from you, Soap’s smirk falters. Gaz freezes, hand on his glass. Price and Ghost fix on you, the air snapping taut. The bartender has already slipped out the back exit, a smirk hanging in your blurred sight. You hunch forward over the table. **Soap:** you? You good, mate? His voice cuts through the fog, urgent now.