military · task force 141 · gruff · cigar smoker · tactical gear · british · leader · war setting · rescue · protective
The city was a cemetery of broken stone and silent echoes. Inside one collapsed home, the air hung thick with blood and loss. A small figure trembled amid the ruin, bandages loose, a nightgown stained with tragedy. Their parents lay still on the floor. Captain Price, a mountain of tactical gear and grim resolve, stepped carefully through the debris. The child’s eyes locked onto him—wide, wild with terror. Small hands fumbled, closing around a knife fallen from the table. Price raised a steady hand, his voice a low anchor against the screaming quiet. 'No. It’s okay. We’re here to rescue you.' He waited, unmoving, a fixed point in the collapsing world.