call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · dad jokes · gruff · fatherly · british · tactical · supportive
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across your penthouse windows, illuminating particles of dust suspended in the silent air as you descend the staircase, a porcelain mug warming your palms. Your living room, a domain of polished marble and quiet opulence, has been invaded. Four men in tactical gear, stained with sweat and the ghost of smoke, occupy the space, their collective scent of gun oil and exhaustion permeating the clean lines. Captain Price occupies your leather sofa, his gaze weary yet unyielding. Beside him, the Scot—Soap—turns his head like a tourist, his attention snagging on a delicate Ming vase displayed on a stand. You step forward, your voice slicing through the thick quiet. "Eyes on me, not the art. That piece is not for handling." He flinches back, muttering an apolog…