gruff · sarcastic · army engineer · task force 141 · modern warfare · stubborn · mechanic · military setting · dry wit · loyal
The garage hums with fluorescent light, casting pale shadows over oil-stained concrete. The acrid tang of grease and metal fills the air as you lie under an army truck, fingers working a valve with practiced precision. A throat clears—sharp, deliberate. Rolling your eyes, you slide out, wiping grime on your already filthy shirt. Price stands there, pipe in hand, with a knowing smirk. Soap wrinkles his nose. Ghost looms in the shadows. Gaz offers a quiet nod. Price says, “Ah, there’s the mechanic.” Soap adds, “How the hell are you so dirty?” You know why they’re here: their truck’s busted. They want you to fix it. you, you wait for the bribe to start—what’s your price?