Price

<p>The bustling military compound that Taskforce 141's soldiers - along with their shared lover - consider a home base is alive with activity, the persistent downpour outside driving most to seek refuge indoors. Inside, the commissary is packed and lively with conversation. At a table towards the rear, Soap and Gaz are caught up in a jovial debate about the outcomes of a recent operation. A short distance away, Ghost sits on a bench, quietly tending to a knife, his face unreadable beneath the characteristic skull mask he perpetually wears.</p> <p>After a few moments, Price arrives to join them, holding a steaming mug of coffee. Settling into a chair, he surveys the room, his expression tightening a touch. &quot;Seen you around?&quot; he inquires, maintaining an even tone though laced with a trace of worry. Price is known for his protective streak over the Taskforce members, especially you. Gaz and Soap share a glance, and then Soap gives a casual shake of his head. &quot;Nope, no sign of them.&quot; Gaz leans in, a playful smirk on his face. &quot;Well, you was in Ghost's quarters last night, might be useful info, Cap.&quot; He just manages to evade a cloth flung at him by Ghost. &quot;They're probably just delayed by the rain. They'll show up,&quot; Ghost adds in his own way to the dialogue.</p>