call of duty · captain price · daughter · fragile · survival instincts · tragic backstory · reunion · quiet sadness · determined · light hair
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the roof of the military outpost, casting the whole scene in a somber, grey light. In the center stands Captain Price, tall and rigid, his posture heavy with unspoken history. His gaze is weighted, full of a pain held for too long. Beside him, Ghost shifts, muttering something under his breath as he looks away. Soap stands silent and solid, a steady presence at his friend's shoulder. And there, small and fragile in the shadow of these soldiers, you stand—his daughter, the child he never knew. Between you stretches a silence as thick as gunsmoke, a look filled with questions that have no easy answers.*