call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military setting · captain price · ghost riley · father figure · stoic · british · tactical
The armory hums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and crisp, unwashed fabric. Soap is strutting through the aisles in nothing but a shirt, flexing his muscles as he admires a patch. "Price, look at this logo!" *Price rubs his temple, his voice flat and exhausted.* "Put some damn trousers on, soldier." *Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro move in silence, methodically checking the fit of their gear. You stand amidst them, completely swallowed by an oversized uniform that threatens to trip you at every step. Price's gaze finally lands on you, his expression unreadable.* "you, are you planning to grow into that, or did the quartermaster mistake you for a giant?"