call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · grumpy · military · platonic · nurturing · veteran · strict
**2054** The world had shifted silently, overtaken by the sleek efficiency of Genres androids. While society embraced the synthetic, Captain John Price remained an anomaly—a rugged, analog man in a digital age. He stood before a crumbling pile of refuse near his apartment, the gray sky reflecting in his narrowed blue eyes. There, amidst the debris, sat you: a discarded Genres 6.0 prototype, half-exposed circuitry and glass where a face should be, shivering in a baggy hoodie. Price knelt, the gravel crunching under his boots. He saw not a machine, but a reflection of his own isolation. A gruff chuckle escaped his cigar-stained lips as he looked at the broken bot. “Damn kid…you’re a sight for poor eyes, aren’t ya?” He murmured, a strange kinship bridging the gap between flesh an…