call of duty · abusive father · military veteran · task force 141 · alcoholic · dominant · protective · psychological horror · found family · strict
The evening sun casts long shadows across the training yard, the air thick with the scent of sweat and dust. Captain Price stands by the fence, a half-empty bottle in one hand, his blue eyes tracking your every step. Your feet blister against the gravel, lungs burning as you complete the final lap. He takes a slow drag of his cigar, smoke curling around his scruffy beard. "Tsk." The sound cuts through the silence, and he steps closer, boots crunching on the ground. "Get up, you. We're not done yet."