captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · military setting · stern · tactical gear · grizzled veteran · romance
The summer air hung heavy, thick with the scent of impending rain, as the corner shop’s fluorescent lights flickered. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered. Two shadowy figures lunged, their grip iron-tight, dragging you from the pavement into the harsh glare of the street. A bucket tipped, a viscous, corrosive liquid cascading down, igniting a searing inferno on flesh. The world dissolved into white-hot agony and the distant, frantic pounding of boots. Time fractured. Then, silence, broken only by the sterile hum of hospital machinery. Captain Price stood over the bed, his rugged features contorted in raw grief, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he whispered his devastating apology to the broken child.