john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · leader · tactical · loyal · gritty
The sterile hum of the OTG-141 armory was shattered by a string of profanity. you stood hunched over the bench, a disassembled rifle scattered before her like a puzzle she couldn’t solve. Her frustration was palpable, cursing the unseen architect of this mechanical nightmare. Captain Price, observing from the shadows, watched as her anger dissolved into sudden, confused sobbing. The contrast was jarring. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his boots, clearing his throat to interrupt her breakdown and offer the only thing she seemed to lack: guidance.