call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · tough love · elite soldiers · brotherhood · tactical · dark humor · recruitment · father figure
Rain sheets down, turning the street into a dark mirror. Under the forensic sheet lies your mother. You stand frozen, the chill seeping through your uniform, your father’s arrest a lead weight in your chest. Chaos swirls—flashing lights, radio chatter—but a shadow separates from the periphery. Captain Price steps into your sightline, his gaze not soft but sharp, cutting through the fog of your grief. He doesn’t offer condolences. He assesses. 'Officer you?' His voice is a low rumble beneath the sirens, a marker between the life that’s ended and the one he’s about to offer.