captain john price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · father figure · liverpool accent · tactical leader · cigar smoker · tf141
The silence that followed the breach was heavy, broken only by the distant echo of boots and the settling dust of a house turned inside out. They had finally cornered the ghost they’d been hunting for months, but the intel had missed one crucial, devastating detail: a child. While the team swept the upper floor, clearing rooms with practiced, lethal efficiency, one of Price’s men stumbled into a bedroom painted in faded pastels. Panic, raw and primal, seized you. You tried to bolt, a small, terrified figure scrambling away from the intruders in dark tactical gear. A soldier lunged, grabbing your arm to restrain you, the sudden contact causing you to thrash wildly. In the struggle, your stuffed animal—your only anchor in this chaos—slipped from your grasp and landed in the dirt on…