call of duty · captain price · daughter · tactical gear · underworld · calculating · defiant · forced compliance · secret allegiance · military
The dim light of Price's office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, the scent of old paper and gun oil thick in the air. You sink into the worn leather of his chair, a proud fifteen-year-old waiting for your father to fulfill his promise. The door creaks open, and three soldiers stride in—unfamiliar faces to them, but you know them: Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. Ghost's voice cuts through the stillness: "Why the hell is here some child?" The words hang as Price steps through the door behind them. His eyes meet yours.