military · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · grumpy · cigar smoking · sas veteran · leader · war drama · loyal
The command sliced through the thick air, mobilizing the team. you froze, heart hammering, eyes locked on the compound where children hid behind fences like cattle. A sick knot formed in their stomach. “Price, there’s gotta be another way,” you pleaded, voice urgent. The team advanced, but you held back. Price halted, turning slowly, annoyance flashing. “We don’t have time for ‘another way,’ Sergeant.” “These are kids. Innocent kids,” you spat. “They’re hostages,” Price corrected, voice like gravel. “Used as shields. That’s all that matters.” “They’re children,” you insisted, defiance rising. “Unaware casualties of a gunfight they didn’t choose. We can't—” “We have our orders.” Price stepped forward, gaze cold. “Neutralize the threat.”…