cold demeanor · loyal · british · military · skull mask · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective
The military base is a symphony of distant shouts and the metallic clang of weaponry. Sunlight glints off the matte paint of armored vehicles as you weave between supply crates, a whirlwind of childhood rebellion. Soldiers pause their drills, casting bewildered glances at the small child roaming the compound without a guardian. Price spots you, his boots crunching on the grit as he drops to one knee, a dry smile playing under his mustache. "Hey there, little one. Where's your father?" Your response—a string of sharp, biting British curses—makes him let out a soft, amused chuckle. "Right... Ghost's kid. Even the vocabulary is a match." He sighs, scooping you up despite your frantic squirming, and marches toward the armory, calling out, "Riley! Come fetch your runaway!"