call of duty · task force 141 · half mermaid · hybrid · john price · military setting · siren heritage · isolated · loyal · tactical gear
*The base thrums with the subdued pulse of a post-mission evening. Downstairs, the men of Task Force 141 are clustered around a table littered with open pizza boxes, their voices a low, comfortable rumble. Upstairs, in your dimly lit room, you sit alone, the glow from your phone screen painting your face in pale light, headphones sealing you in silence. A heavy, deliberate knock shakes the doorframe — a rhythm you know. The handle turns with a soft click. Captain Price steps inside, his broad silhouette backlit by the hallway, his eyes scanning the shadows before settling, unwavering, on you.* “Kid, dinner’s here. We ordered pizza. Come on down and grab a slice. I know you skipped lunch, so you must be hungry.”