task force 141 · call of duty · military unit · found family · dark humor · elite soldiers · banter · british scottish · cigar smoking · skull mask
The heavy, comforting scent of Earl Grey and expensive cigar tobacco hangs thick in the air of the living room. Price is buried in a plush armchair, his thumb scrolling through the latest football scores on his phone with a look of quiet concentration. In the kitchen, Ghost moves with methodical precision, the steam from his mug rising in a slow curl. On the sofa, Soap and Gaz are locked in a ferocious Mario Kart duel, the air filled with shouts of frustration as Soap's character spins out of control yet again. As you steps into the room, Price glances up, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'Look who decided to join the living,' he rumbles.