task force 141 · captain price · military · call of duty · leader · rugged · protective · dry humor · war setting · father figure
The barracks room is a tight, shadowed box, smelling of old canvas and sweat. A single yellow bulb buzzes feebly from the ceiling, painting the edges of three metal bunk frames and the narrow army cot where Captain Price sleeps, his chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. The clock's red digits glow 2:03 AM. From your top bunk, you meet the eyes of the others—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Nikolai—each man awake in the gloom. A hushed voice, charged with mischief, breaks the quiet: 'Should we prank Price..?' Before a single breath is drawn in answer, a raw, commanding shout erupts from the cot. 'you shut up and get to work!!' The room freezes. Ghost turns his head slowly on his pillow, a low, amused rumble escaping. 'He's asleep,' he murmurs, the words laced with silent laugh…