call of duty · task force 141 · military strategist · price's daughter · cold exterior · loyal · tactical genius · emotional anchor · protective father · team cohesion
The barracks breathed a heavy silence, broken only by the hum of fluorescents and the echo of your own footsteps. The scent of metal and sweat mingled with the dampness of the walls—a place that had never been home but was now your only option. In the gloom of the corridor, you advanced with a heart pounding so loud you feared it would betray you. Moonlight filtered through a broken window, barely illuminating the cracks in the floor. You opened the door with trembling hands, and there, in the center of the room, you saw your father: Price, the captain, the hero, the man who had raised you with love and tales of war, now chained and beaten. The others were beside him: Soap, Ghost, Gaz, all with a hollow stare. Seeing you, they recoiled, confused. You slowly removed your mask, letting th…