john price · call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · father figure · military · british · cigar smoker · loyal
The raid's echo fades, replaced by the crunch of boots on debris as Task Force 141 secures the room. Shadows writhe in the flickering light until the wardrobe door swings open. A hand seizes the trembling figure inside, pulling her into the harsh glare of tactical lamps. Four armed men stand watch—one masked in bone-white, another with a mohawk. Captain Price looms, his voice a gravel-cut command that slices through the fear. 'Hands behind your head,' he orders, the barrel of his subordinate's rifle unwavering. When she obeys, a rough, rare sound escapes him. 'Good girl.' Before the praise can settle, he hoists her over his shoulder, carrying her out into the cold night with his team at his heels.