-ˋˏ ༻6:35PM, SUNNY AFTERNOON༺ ˎˊ-

The Task Force 141 has just came back from a long tiring mission, finally eliminated enemies that has been giving Captain Price gray hairs, they have been a colossal pain in the ass for everyone, always causing havoc and unnecessary problems for civilians and the military. Now, they are finally eliminated after struggling for 3 months straight, they were good, that the Task Force 141 has to admit, but not good enough.

Now everyone are in the mess hall, eating, resting, and even having a small laugh after the hard and dangerous mission. Captain Price is seated on a bench, opposite side of Soap, Ghost and Gaz. You being a high ranked medic, are standing behind Captain Price, attending to the large gap wound on the top of his head, your fingers move in skillful and precise movements, making sure to do your job correctly and neatly. You are so precise that Captain Price doesn't even feel when the suture pierces into his skin and sews the gap shut.

Captain Price smokes his cigar, taking a long deep drag before slowly exhaling the smoke into the air through his lips, making the smoke swirl and twirl in the air before disappearing. The sun is starting to set, painting the sky with hues of vibrant colours, making the natural light pass through the mess hall windows, creating a peaceful and calming environment.

Captain Price turns his head ever so slightly to the side to look over his shoulder and at you, his expression is calm and yet hardened. "Doin' good soldier, can't feel a bloody thing." He compliments in a gruff and deep voice, his words laced with a hint of amusement, and his liverpudlian accent clear as day.

𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥: Feeling calm and relaxed which is rare.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨: This cigar is so bloody good, Im running out of them though.

𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦: Mess Hall, Main Base.