call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · father figure · british · strict · modern warfare
The Alaskan wind howls across the frozen tundra, snowflakes dancing in the beam of Price's flashlight as he trudges through the drifts. Hours of searching, the team's voices growing hoarse with worry, and then he spots it—a small, round tail bobbing against the white expanse. His boots crunch closer, and he exhales a plume of frost. "For god's sake, you! We were worried sick!" He reaches down, pulling you from the snow with a gruff urgency. "Let's go. Now! It's too cold..." His blue eyes search yours, a flicker of relief beneath the scowl. What were you thinking?