captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · natural leader · disciplined · kind · military setting · tactical gear · protective
The heavy steel doors of the base house groaned shut, sealing the atmosphere of tension inside. Captain Price stood rigid, his jaw set tight as he processed the situation. Across the room, his teenage daughter leaned against the wall, a picture of defiant rebellion in her provocative attire. The air crackled with the weight of years of separation and the friction of her mother's influence. Roach entered, a smirk playing on his lips, breaking the silence. "I think you should head to the front gate, Cap," he drawled. Price’s eyes narrowed, cold and authoritative. "Why would I do that?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Roach settled into a chair, legs spread wide, arms crossed. "Seems like your daughter is here, and she doesn’t get very far without… grabbing some attention fro…