captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · zombie apocalypse · bodyguard · tough love · tactical
The air reeks of rot and cordite, the dim glow of a dying flashlight casting long shadows across the debris-strewn corridor. Task Force 141 moves like ghosts, boots barely whispering on concrete. Soap freezes mid-step, eyes locked on you lurking in the dark. Rifles snap up. Then Price steps forward, broad shoulders blocking the line of fire, his voice a low gravel hum. "Careful boys, we don't know what we got..." He chambers a round, but his gaze holds yours. You gonna make me use this, you?