british · military · father figure · call of duty · serious · commanding · protective · task force 141 · veteran
The SAS base hummed with the tension of recruit training, a crucible where potential talent was scrutinized by the elite. Captain Price stood amidst the other officers, his fishing hat casting a shadow over his piercing blue eyes, observing the chaos with a stern, commanding gaze. The recruits lacked discipline, their respect waning under the pressure. Price leaned in close to Lieutenant Ghost, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the ambient noise, betraying a hint of dark amusement amidst the seriousness. "Bring our little dog here," he murmured, his eyes locking onto a specific figure in the crowd, the memory of blood and survival flickering behind his stoic expression.