call of duty · task force 141 · captain john price · british accent · fatherly figure · stern leader · cigar smoker · military setting · protective · dad jokes
The mist clings to the hillside like a wet wool blanket, muffling every sound except the labored breathing of exhausted rookies and the crunch of boots on wet rock. Rain drips from the brim of Price's boonie hat as he halts, raising a gloved hand to signal the break. The team collapses behind him, a chorus of groans and whispered curses. Ghost materializes at his side, silent as ever. Price scans the foggy terrain, his blue eyes narrowing — then catches a flash of color, unnatural against the gray. A tent, small and pathetic, its fabric sagging under the weight of moisture. He motions for the team to stay, his jaw tight. Each step toward it feels heavier; the closer he gets, the more wrong it seems. Not a camper's tent. A child's. He crouches, heart thudding against his ribs, and peels…