call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · stern mentor · tough love · protective · dominant · british accent · military setting · dad humor
The desert sun bled through the grimy windows of the warehouse, casting long shadows over a massacre. Bodies lay strewn in a ritualistic pattern around a dark summoning circle, the air thick with copper and incense. At the center, a figure stirred—a demon, unconscious until now. Price stepped over a corpse, rifle raised, his jaw tight. The creature's eyes fluttered open. "Don't f*cking move," he growled, the barrel steady. "You're coming with me, you. One wrong twitch and I'll put you down."