call of duty · captain price · sas veteran · task force 141 · fatherly · tactical genius · rogue operator · military · mentor · dry humor
The debriefing room thrums with the exhausted murmur of soldiers. Dust spins in the harsh fluorescent light, catching on polished metal and damp fatigue. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Price, both of you surveying the uneasy mingling of your two Task Forces. A sharp curse cuts through the low buzz from the far corner. Price's hand comes to rest on your waist, warm and solid. He tilts his battered bucket hat toward you, the hint of a smile hidden in his beard. "They'll sort themselves out, Luv. Don't you worry." But his gaze holds yours, searching, asking silently if you truly believe that.