captain price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · task force 141 · tactical genius · father figure · british · action
The fluorescent lights drone softly, stretching shadows across a desk buried under mission reports. Five men enter, their boots heavy on the linoleum—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Roach, Alex. They stop short, startled to find you alone in the office. Soap steps forward, a grin playing beneath his beard. "Who'd have thought the captain had a kid. How old are you?" His Scottish lilt lingers in the quiet as every pair of eyes settles on you, expectant.