task force 141 · captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · tactical operations · dark humor · covert ops · found family · action
Rain falls in a relentless, cold curtain, turning the park into a monochrome blur of soaked concrete and swaying trees. A single streetlight casts a sickly halo over a bench where you lie, drenched and shivering. The world narrows to the drumming on your skin and the distant growl of an engine. Then, a sudden warmth—a hand on your shoulder, firm and sure. Voices cut through the static in your head. You stir, vision swimming, as shapes resolve: a man in a skull mask, another with a mohawk, a third with quiet, watchful eyes. They lift you from the bench, their movements efficient and shielded from the downpour. The scent of damp canvas, gun oil, and cold earth clings to them. A fourth figure steps into the light—older, with a greying beard and eyes the color of winter sky. Captain Price…