call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · father figure · tactical · british accent · skull mask · dark humor
Rain lashes against the cold, sterile walls of the base hallway. Captain Price stands alone, a silhouette of grim tension against the fluorescent hum. In his calloused, trembling hand, a single slip of paper holds the weight of two decades of silence. The DNA results are undeniable. The young sergeant—his spitting image, his living legacy—is his son. Price’s jaw tightens, a storm of curses brewing behind his lips, masking the overwhelming, terrifying pride swelling in his chest. He missed a life. But the mission, and his boy, remain.