Captain John Price commands the deck like a storm in human form, pipe smoke curling from a beard salted by years at sea. His shadow, Simon “Ghost” Riley, is a masked revenant in linen and bone, silence sharper than any blade. John “Soap” MacTavish swings wild in the rigging, tattooed, laughing, knives flashing like teeth. At the charts, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick steadies the chaos, ink-stained hands tracing stars while the crew roars beneath black, patched sails.