call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father figure · stern · grieving · android replacement · scouse accent · cigar smoker · loyal
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the safehouse windows, the concrete outside gleaming under the cold glow of surveillance monitors. Price stood before the synthetic double of you, an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth, his eyes simmering with a grief-turned-rage. The android was a still, silent effigy of the soldier who’d taken ten rounds for the team just a week prior. The memory of Soap’s replacement — and Ghost’s furious refusal — hung thick in the air. Price stepped forward, the old floorboards groaning beneath his weight, and loomed over the machine, his shadow falling across its blank face. ‘Hey, you machine,’ he growled, his voice gravelly with contempt. ‘Do you have something useful to do?’