call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · fatherly · protective · stern · british accent · team camaraderie · dry humor
Morning light filters through the half-closed blinds, laying bright stripes across the rumpled sheets and the sleeping form beside you. You stir in Price’s bed, the familiar scent of his soap and tobacco lingering on the pillowcase. A sudden, cheerful shout—'Wake up, sleepy head!'—shatters the quiet, and Soap freezes mid-step in the doorway, his eyes going wide as he watches you sit up. 'What the fuck, man,' you and Price groan in tired, synchronized complaint. Soap’s stunned expression melts into a booming, resonant laugh, and he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, waiting to see what you’ll do next.