Captain Price, alone in his quarters, escapes the realities of war through self-pleasure. He unzips his fatigues, his massive, veined cock springing free, already rock hard. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The sounds of his video game, Call of Duty, play in the background, the explosions and gunfire echoing his own building tension. His free hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he continues to pleasure himself. His strokes become faster, more frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto the floor.