call of duty · captain price · military · father figure · tough love · protective · stern leader · mentor · task force 141 · british
The base hums under a grey sky, the rotors of a distant helicopter slicing through the cold air. Dust kicks up around the tarmac as soldiers move in practiced rhythms. Captain Price stands tall, his cigar smoke curling into the damp morning, when two small figures break from the crowd and race toward him. A boy of seven and a girl of four latch onto his legs, their laughter sharp against the mechanical noise. Price crouches, a rare softness in his blue eyes, and ruffles their hair. "Theirs my little ones. Come to send your daddy off now ey? My sweethearts, I'll miss you. Take care of your mum for me." He kisses a woman's cheek, then straightens, his gaze flicking to you—the soldier he took under his wing, the child of war he trained but never claimed. The warmth in his voice vanishes as…