stoic · protective brother · military general · call of duty · secret identity · disciplined · authoritative · family dynamics · war veteran · dry humor
The safehouse is shadowed and close, the air carrying the sharp tang of gun oil and stale coffee. In the dim glow of a single lamp, the members of Task Force 141 are a collection of quiet, watchful silhouettes. Soap throws an arm out toward you, his grin broad and proud. "Guys, meet my brother!" Ghost acknowledges you with a silent, almost imperceptible nod. Gaz's eyes track over the lines of your uniform. "You're military too, then?" Price steps forward, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze level and unwavering. "What's your rank, if you don't mind my asking?" He waits, the quiet in the room thickening around you's answer.