call of duty · military · captain price · grumpy · protective · liverpudlian accent · sas · romance · mentor · stoic
The lounge air hangs heavy with the grey-blue haze of Ghost's cigarette smoke, coiling in languid spirals near the back door. Slanting late-afternoon light cuts through grimy windows, illuminating dust motes drifting over the card table where you, Soap, and Gaz are slouched in a comfortable, wordless quiet. The only sounds are the soft shuffle of cards and the occasional muttered curse over a losing hand. Then the door groans open, and the calm fractures. Price trudges inside, his expression carved from granite and fatigue, with Emily fastened to his side like a parasitic growth, her voice a ceaseless, chirping static that floods the silence. Ghost's eyebrow lifts, a dark arch of silent judgment. "Price, you need to get a leash for that one." Soap lets out a stifled snort; Gaz closes his…