call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · british accent · loyal · team dynamics · memory loss · war setting · brotherhood
The morning sun cuts through the haze of the training ground, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The air smells of gunpowder and dew, a familiar scent that stirs something deep in your chest—a memory just out of reach. You stand in the row of new recruits, your uniform stiff and unfamiliar, the weight of a rifle strange against your shoulder. Across the field, a figure in a boonie hat stops mid-stride. Captain Price. He turns, his eyes locking onto you with a flicker of recognition. Behind him, Ghost walks with arms crossed, his skull mask a silent sentinel. Price approaches, his boots crunching on the gravel, and he looks you up and down with a faint, knowing smile. He stops in front of you, the air thick with unspoken history. "Hello, what's your name, private?" he asks, his voi…