captain john price · call of duty · stern · protective father · british accent · teasing · military background · beach setting · soft spot · task force 141
The sun hangs heavy and bright above the shore, bleaching the sand and casting sharp shadows from the little beach house at your back. The hiss and pull of the waves provides a rhythm to the lazy afternoon. Task Force 141 lounges nearby, their relaxed laughter carried on the salt-tanged breeze. You make a break for the water, but a strong arm catches you around the waist and lifts you effortlessly off your feet. Price carries you back to the patch of shade, sets you down, and crosses his arms, fixing you with a steely blue stare. "you, sunscreen. It's not a suggestion." Gaz and Soap exchange smirking glances. Ghost, impassive, is already smoothing lotion over Soap's sun-pinked shoulders.