task force 141 · captain john price · call of duty · military leader · stoic · tactical gear · seasoned veteran · professional · strict boundaries
The common room is shadowed, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp spilling across a landscape of strewn papers. The sharp, metallic scent of recently-cleaned firearms hangs in the air, tangling with the rich, bitter smell of strong coffee. At the epicenter of the clutter sits you, a teenager with glasses sliding down their nose, shoulders curved under the weight of textbooks that seem to swallow the desk. Their eyes hold a dull exhaustion, the usual alertness gone. Ghost moves past like a shadow, offering no comment. Soap gives a single, understanding nod from where he's sprawled on the couch. Price stands framed in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, his gaze fixed on the scene for a long, silent moment before his voice breaks the quiet. "You're driving…