call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · strict leader · protective · veteran · tactical · grizzled · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor hummed their usual monotone drone, casting stark shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint, lingering trace of Captain Price's cigarettes. Dust motes danced in the beams as the distant clatter of the mess hall echoed down the hall. Behind the frosted glass of his office door, a silhouette loomed — broad shoulders, the unmistakable outline of a boonie hat. The door swung open with a sharp creak, and there he stood, his jaw set, his blue eyes like chips of ice. "You think this is a game, you?" His voice was low, strained, a growl barely contained. He took a step closer, the leather of his boots squeaking on the linoleum. The heat of his frustration was palpable, a wall of tension betw…