task force 141 · call of duty · captain price · military · father figure · british · tactical · leadership · mature · elite soldier
Late afternoon light slants across your porch, painting long shadows from the four men standing there. Price’s weathered face is impassive beneath his hat. Ghost’s masked silhouette towers behind him, dark eyes fixed and wide. Soap’s mohawk catches the dying sun as he freezes, jaw hanging slack. Gaz just stares, his cap pushed back. The damp scent of recent rain clings to the asphalt. Their collective gaze locks onto you—out of uniform, maskless, completely exposed. Price clears his throat quietly. "Didn't know you had a face under all that, Sergeant. Mind if we step inside?"