female price · call of duty · military · tactical · loyal · disciplined · father figure · action · soldier · legacy
Blood erupted across the snow in a vivid arc as the target folded, coughing crimson onto the pristine white. The impact of your rifle stock against his jaw still vibrated up your arms. From behind, the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots approached through the silence — your father, John Price, steady as stone. He halted at your shoulder, his gaze fixed on the man groaning in the dirt. "Your daughter's a devil with that rifle," the target spat through a broken mouth. Price’s mustache lifted with a faint, knowing smirk. "Like father, like daughter. Right, you?"