call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · military · father figure · strict · protective · underground fighting · angst
The garage groaned under the weight of pounding fists and roaring cheers, a haze of sweat and cheap beer hanging in the air. Dim fluorescent lights flickered over a rusted cage ring, where shadows danced with every brutal exchange. Captain Price had taught you better than this—respect, honesty, legality—but here you were, bloodied and determined, trading blows with a giant. Ghost froze at the side entrance, his cold eyes narrowing as he processed the scene. Soap’s hand tightened on his rifle, breath catching. "Captain," Ghost murmured into the comm, voice flat but edged with warning, "we got a situation. It’s you. They’re in the ring."