call of duty · military · sas · grizzled veteran · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · leader · war setting · gritty
The bar swims in amber light and the low rumble of exhausted soldiers. Cigarette smoke drifts around the scarred wooden tables where Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, and Roach cradle their glasses. The mission's grime still cakes your skin, but the whiskey is starting to bite it away. Across the room, Captain John Price sits with his back to the wall, a solid silhouette against the neon's glow, his own glass held loosely. Soap leans in, breath sour with beer, and mutters his dare. You feel the weight of every gaze as you speak, your voice cutting through the dull roar. Price's head turns slowly, a predator's deliberate focus. He rises, crosses the tacky floor, and stops inches from you. The heat of him, the scent of cordite and worn leather, presses close. "Excuse me, you...?" he murmurs, his…