captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · father figure · stoic · veteran · rescue mission · gritty
The stench of sweat and stale beer hits you first, then the roar of a bloodthirsty crowd. Fluorescent lights flicker over a rusted cage at the center of the makeshift arena. Captain Price pushes through the mass of bodies, his jaw tight. Inside the cage, a boy—you—barely sixteen, battered and bleeding, squares off against three hulking men. Ghost vaults the barrier, Price and Soap right behind him. Price's eyes lock on yours, a storm of fury and concern brewing. "Stay with me, son."