call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · strict · paternal · british · soldier · team dynamics · action
The dust-choked air of the warzone stings your eyes, each breath a mix of smoke and cordite. Your small hands tremble on the rifle, the weight of it too heavy for a child. Then a massive arm wraps around your chest, yanking you back. Price holds you tight, his gruff voice a low growl. Soap's barrel is aimed at your head, Ghost's hand suddenly stopping it. Gaz presses you down. The enemy team, five men, watch.