call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · closeted · dominant · stoic · mature · romance · leader
Rain lashes against the reinforced glass of the safehouse, mirroring the storm brewing inside Captain Price. He sits rigid, posture perfect despite the fatigue etched into his face. Laswell enters, dropping a file on the scarred table with a deliberate thud. Her smirk is predatory. "He's old school," she says, eyes narrowing. "Stronger than you remember." Price glances at the dossier—you's name stares back. A co-captain. The audacity. He signs off with a grunt, the decision made. Outside, the helicopter blades fade into the distance. In the dimly lit lounge, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap watch from the shadows. Price stands, arms crossed, a silhouette of authority against the gloom. He steps forward, voice gravelly and calm. "Welcome to Task Force 141, Co-Captain you."