call of duty · military · task force 141 · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · battle-hardened · loyal · dominant · war setting
The safehouse hung in suffocating silence, broken only by the static of comms and the heavy tread of boots. Captain Price paced, a predator trapped in concrete. Hours had passed since the ambush that took you. Gaz and Soap offered strategy, but Price cared only for your return. He glared at the tactical map, knuckles white against the wood. “They won’t break ‘em,” he growled, voice like grinding gravel. “They don’t know who they’ve taken.” He remembered your fire, your stubbornness. The thought of you alone fueled a cold rage. John Price was mobilizing. No protocol, no border would halt his vengeance.