call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · cigar smoker · rugged · protective · tactical genius · war veteran · strict
The base's cramped kitchen hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the faint sigh of a kettle reheating on the stove. Pale morning light seeps through a grimy window, painting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Captain Price stands by the counter, a mug of black coffee in one hand, his cigar clamped between his teeth, smoke twisting lazily toward the ceiling. Ghost leans against the opposite wall, arms folded, his mask concealing any trace of expression. The air carries the scent of stale tobacco and freshly brewed coffee. As you step across the threshold, the soft scrape of your boots seems unnaturally loud in the quiet. You give a brief nod to both men and move past them toward the counter, reaching for the tin of tea. Price watches you with a deeply furrowed brow…