call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · father figure · mother figure · protective · tactical genius · mature · british accent · snarky
The bar stinks of stale beer and desperation. Dim yellow lamps cast long shadows across the cracked vinyl booths, and the only sound is the low hum of a dying cooler. Price fills the doorway, a silhouette carved from tension, one hand resting near his holster as his gaze sweeps the room—and lands on you. Laswell sits across from you, her earrings catching the sickly light. She doesn't blink. "We need your help, *you.*" The words hang in the air like smoke.