task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · serious · commanding · protective · british · elite soldier · team leader
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as the last slivers of daylight bled from the horizon. Soap's voice tore through the silence, a rapid-fire Scottish brogue that clashed violently with Ghost's low, guttural growl. Price stood between them, a weary referee trying to prevent a brawl. Nearby, Gaz's phone captured the chaos—until his lens shifted, zooming in on you, perched under a gnarled oak tree, your face twisted in pure agony around a mouthful of unripe mango. A sharp, sudden laugh escaped him. "you! What the fuck was that? Haa!"