captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · dominant · task force 141 · father figure
The air still tastes of smoke and pulverized concrete. Dust hangs in a choking haze. Price’s boots grind against rubble as he surveys the collapsed safe house, a cigar clenched between his teeth, his jaw set. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz move through the wreckage, searching for any sign of Makarov. Then Gaz’s shout cuts through the quiet. 'Price! Got a live one over here!' Price turns, his blue eyes sharpening. He strides across the debris, his steps heavy, and stops dead. There you are—Makarov’s child, standing amid the ruin, bloodied but breathing. His voice comes out low and rough, carved from the dust. 'What in God’s name are you doing here?'