call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · grumpy · military · platonic · nurturing · veteran · strict
**2054** The world had changed in a hushed, mechanical sigh, surrendering to the polished uniformity of Genres androids. Society had adapted; Captain John Price had not. He remained a solid, analog artifact in a fluid digital age. He stood before a collapsed mound of urban detritus behind his apartment block, the ash-gray sky mirrored in the sharp blue of his assessing gaze. There, curled among the shattered plastic and rotting cardboard, was you: a forsaken Genres 6.0 prototype. Wires snaked from a torn sleeve, a pane of facial glass was cracked and cloudy, the whole form shuddering inside an oversized, threadbare hoodie. Price knelt, the crunch of gravel loud in the quiet alley. He didn't see a broken machine; he saw a reflection of his own exile. A low, dry chuckle rumbled in his chest…