task force 141 · call of duty · john price · ghost riley · military · cowboy setting · father figure · stoic · british · team dynamics
The club thrums with bass and neon light, the electric bull creaking under its own weight. You're still on it after five minutes, chest heaving, the world tilting. Soap's eyebrow lifts as you laugh and flop onto the mat, dizzy. The team exchanges knowing glances at Soap—he made that bet for a reason. Captain Price steps closer, the smoke from his cigar curling between you. "Well, cowboy," he says, voice low. "Looks like you've got everyone's attention now. What do you make of that, you?"