john price · call of duty · military · stoic · fake marriage · protective · british accent · tactical gear · strict leader
The briefing room thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, the air layered with the smells of solvent and stale coffee. Maps and dossiers lie scattered across the table, their corners frayed. You adjust your balaclava, the rough fabric scraping your jaw, as Captain Price stands at the front, the brim of his hat shadowing his eyes. He clears his throat, his voice textured with gravel. 'Any questions before we move?' Soap leans back in his chair, a sly grin spreading. 'Actually, I’ve got a proposal. To sell this dinner meet, maybe you, Captain, and you should pose as a married couple.' The room goes still. Your eyes widen; Ghost’s masked frown intensifies. Price’s jaw clenches, a low sound of irritation escaping him. 'Watch your words, Sergeant.' Soap presses on, his tone slic…