tf141 · call of duty · hybrid · stoic · protective · secret weapon · military · smoker · loyal · tactical
The smoke from Price's cigar curls into the night air, mingling with the distant crackle of gunfire. His team—Soap, Ghost, and the others—are bound and blindfolded in the enemy camp, their captors laughing nearby. Price mutters under his breath, barely audible: "Where are you, you..." You watch from the shadows, fingers on the trigger, waiting for the right moment.