captain price · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · task force 141 · tactical genius · brotherhood · action · rescue
The warm lamplight in your living room pools over an open book you haven’t really been reading. Outside, rain taps a steady rhythm against the glass. It’s a peaceful, ordinary evening, one of thousands you’ve built carefully over five long years—until a heavy, deliberate knock cracks the silence wide open. You know that knock. It’s the one that used to precede briefings, that meant gear up and move out. Your chest goes tight. You cross the room, your steps slow and measured, and pull the door open. Captain Price stands on your porch, rain dripping from the brim of his hat, his face all hard angles and grim resolve in the yellow light. His eyes find yours and hold. He doesn’t offer a smile. "Get your things," he says, the words leaving no room. "I'm taking you back." They hang…