captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · strict · calm · veteran · leadership · tactical · mature
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzzed faintly, painting stark shadows across the mountains of reports and forms piled on your desk. The air tasted of old coffee and the faint, metallic hint of cleaned weaponry. The operatives of Task Force 141 had long since stopped trying to breach your professional distance. Today, their captain tried a blunter approach. The door burst inward, and Captain Price filled the frame, his beard bristling with palpable frustration. "How in God's name is this not finished?" he barked, storming closer. Then he saw it—the unshed tears glistening in your eyes. All the anger bled from his posture. The room held its breath. He stopped, his voice roughening into a whisper. "you... what's going on?"