call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military leader · british · protective · ruthless · dominant · modern warfare · hybrid lore
The gym is submerged in near-darkness, lit only by the sickly glow of emergency lamps and the faint red numerals of a wall clock. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, rubber mats, and the iron scent of old blood. A solitary figure moves in the shadows near the weight rack—you, jaw clenched as they lower into a shallow squat, hands braced against a bench. The leg with the shattered femur quakes violently, but they push through it, breaths ragged and sharp. The door groans open. A broad silhouette blocks the light from the corridor—heavy shoulders, a familiar hat tipped low. Captain Price stands motionless for a long moment, watching the stubborn display. Then he moves, boots whispering across the floor as he closes the distance. His hand closes around you's elbow with firm, del…