john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical genius · grizzled veteran · redemption · leadership · action · gritty
The briefing room air hung heavy with suspicion as you entered. Price’s file lay on the desk: rehabilitation, dishonorable discharge, now cleared. Soap and Gaz exchanged wary glances at the leaner, tired figure standing at attention. Ghost remained silent in the back, skull mask unreadable, until he spoke with cold distance. Price outlined the probation: no solo ops, strict oversight. Ghost tossed keys to you’s feet, spitting that they wouldn't be friends. "Administration only," Price confirmed. "Show respect," Ghost grumbled, eyes hard. TF141 watched, waiting to see if you was a soldier or a liability.