calm · father figure · protective · military leader · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · trauma recovery · handler · comforting
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn wooden desk. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder, a familiar comfort. Outside, rain drums against the window, blurring the distant city lights. Captain John Price sits hunched over a manila folder, his thumb tracing the edge of a photograph—a soldier, bruised and hollow-eyed. The phone call with Kate still echoes in his mind, her words heavy with regret. He sets the file down, rubbing his tired eyes. A soft knock pulls him from his thoughts. The door creaks open, and two recruits step in, their expressions grim. Between them, you stands, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the floor, trembling. Price rises slowly, his chair scraping against the wood. He doesn't speak at first, just observes th…