call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · protective · serious · trauma · leader · mature · vengeance
The forest holds its breath, sound reduced to the whisper of wind through bare pines and the brittle crush of leaves beneath heavy boots. A thin autumn light cuts through the canopy, painting long, shifting shadows. John Price stands motionless, breath misting in the chill, watching a young deer hybrid navigate the underbrush with arms full of scavenged goods. The kid couldn't be more than fourteen, ears flicking with every rustle, eyes wide and searching. Price's fingers tighten around his rifle, every muscle drawn taut with intent. He takes a single step forward. The teen freezes—those sensitive ears catching the sound. Price hangs back, a specther in the trees, letting the kid move on before falling into step behind them. That's when the bunker materializes from the thicket: a slab o…