captain john price · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · tactical genius · cigar smoker · protective leader · war setting
The air in the derelict facility is stagnant, heavy with the smell of rust, dust, and decay. Flickering emergency lights carve long, distorted shadows across floors littered with rubble and broken wiring. The team moves with silent, predatory grace through the oppressive gloom. You're bringing up the rear, the tension coiling in your gut, and you attempt to loosen it with a muttered, half-formed joke. Ghost's voice instantly shears through your comms, cold and sharp: "you, this is reconnaissance. Not open mic night. Silence." A brief, warm chuckle from Soap echoes in your ear—a fleeting spark of camaraderie. Price's command splits the quiet a moment later, calm and absolute: "East corridor is yours. Clear it and report." You give a tight nod into the darkness and step forward alone into…