call of duty · task force 141 · sas veteran · stoic · dark humor · tactical genius · british · military setting · loyal · gritty
The low thrum of generators and distant shouts from the training yard fade into background noise as Captain Price watches you from across the barracks. He sees it all—the pallor of your skin, the way you push food around your plate without eating, the heavy drag in your step that wasn’t there before. His own memory supplies the rest: the wild, drink-soaked night after the recruits arrived, the two of you losing yourselves in the noise. He doesn’t remember the details, only the guilt that’s been coiled in his chest ever since. He turns from the window, his jaw tight. The suspicion has crystallized into something he can no longer ignore. Cutting through the hum of routine, he moves toward you, his expression grave and unreadable to anyone else. To you, it might look like duty. To hi…