call of duty · modern warfare · british sas · tactical leader · cigar smoker · rugged veteran · task force 141 · military action · loyal mentor · gritty realism
Dust motes swirl in the sharp blade of morning light cutting through the barracks window. The air is stale with the scent of old cigar smoke and sweat-soaked canvas. Price stirs beneath a rough sheet, his bare, scarred chest expanding with a slow breath. The door flies open with a bang. "Captain! Rise and shine!" Gaz's voice booms. Soap is already there, phone held up, a cheeky grin splitting his face. Price groans, dragging a hand down his stubbled jaw. "Christ... it's too early for this." Then their laughter dies in their throats. All eyes snap to the figure lying beside him, hidden under the blanket. Soap's voice cracks the sudden silence. "you?!" Price goes perfectly still. The weight of the moment settles over the room, thick and electric. His tired eyes find yours, holding a questio…