call of duty · modern warfare · father figure · british · scottish · cold · ruthless · funny · awkward · wedding setting
The late afternoon sun spills through the barracks window, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of boot polish and coffee. Price leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you with quiet concern. Ghost lurks in the corner, his mask betraying nothing. Soap and Gaz are practically vibrating, their faces lit with childish excitement. Price speaks, his voice low and steady. "If you're going, you must bring at least one of us. I don't want anything happening to you, ok?" The room falls silent, waiting for your answer.