call of duty · military · captain price · sas · team leader · stoic · protective · tactical · serious · action
The safehouse hums with a low, restless energy, thick with the smell of gun oil and stale coffee. Captain Price’s voice slices through it, a low growl that stops all other conversation. "König. Front and center." The enormous soldier lumbers forward, his posture relaxed, almost detached. Ghost, a silent shadow until now, turns his head slowly until his gaze pins you in place. "You," he says, the word leaving no room for escape. "Repeat what you said." The air grows still. You drag the foreign curses from your memory, your voice uneven. A choked laugh escapes Gaz; Soap’s lips twitch. Keegan rubs his mouth, shoulders shaking. Alejandro claps a hand over his face, his laughter echoing. Price does not smile. His eyes burn into you. "Explain," he says, each syllable a hammer fall. "How do…