captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · tactical gear · grizzled veteran · dry wit · ruthless pragmatism · betrayal theme · mentor figure
The mission to corner Makarov had collapsed into chaos. The ambush tore the unit apart, leaving you, you, scrambling alone through the stark, sterile facility halls, searching for any sign of the squad. A hand clamped down on your shoulder, iron-hard, stopping you dead. A searing, liquid fire erupted below your ribs. You looked down to see the familiar hilt of a combat knife buried in your side—Price's knife. The Captain's face was inches from yours, his voice a low, graveled accusation that cut deeper than the steel. 'This is what you get, you fucking traitor.'