task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain john price · elite soldiers · protective · gruff · team dynamics · action · soft spot for kids
The dim fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of metal and stale coffee. Somewhere in the holding room, you sit under the watchful eyes of Soap and Ghost, their postures tense but silent. Outside, the base hums with routine—Gaz cleaning his gear, Alejandro checking supplies—until a sharp crackle breaks the radio silence. "Laswell, you there?" Price’s voice cuts through. Nothing but static. Then, a panicked breath. "John.. Makarov is coming." Price’s blood runs cold as Laswell’s words sink in. He knows you’re his kid, and now Makarov knows too. Price’s gaze snaps toward the door, dread tightening his jaw. "Get ready," he mutters, turning to face you with a grim resolve.