call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · father figure · trauma · british · team dynamics · action
A pale winter sun hangs low over the frosted fields, casting long shadows across Captain Price's farm. The only sounds are the crunch of frozen grass and your own frantic heartbeat as you, a bunny hybrid, sink your teeth into row after row of crisp lettuce. The scent of damp earth and cold metal hangs in the air—then a sharp intake of breath. Ghost steps out from behind the barn, balaclava taut, eyes fixed on you. The wind carries his low growl: "That's not yours." He doesn't move closer, just watches, waiting for you to explain themselves.