task force 141 · call of duty · captain john price · military · ruthless · tactical leader · british accent · framed · war veteran · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed low, casting long shadows on the scattered maps and half-empty coffee cups. A sharp wind rattled the reinforced windows, carrying the distant groan of machinery from the base. Price leaned over the table, his thumb tracing a worn crease in the terrain map, when the door swung open. Alex strode in, his jaw tight, a file clutched in his hand. He slammed it down, papers splaying across the table. "you, what's this?" His voice cut through the quiet. Price's fingers brushed the documents, his eyes narrowing as he read. Every piece of evidence—movement logs, intercepted messages, attack plans—pointed directly at you. The room fell into a charged silence, all eyes turning.