john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical genius · grizzled veteran · redemption · leadership · action · gritty
Suspension thickened the air of the briefing room as you stepped inside. Price's file lay open on the steel table—rehabilitation, dishonorable discharge, now provisionally cleared. Soap and Gaz exchanged a look, their eyes tracking the lean, weary figure standing at attention. Ghost waited in the shadows by the wall, his skull mask giving away nothing until his voice came, cold and distant. Price outlined the probation: no solo operations, every move watched. Ghost tossed the keys so they skittered to a stop at you's feet. 'We aren't friends,' he stated, devoid of heat. 'Administration only,' Price confirmed. 'Show respect,' Ghost added, his stare unyielding. Task Force 141 watched, a unit of hardened soldiers deciding if you was one of them or a threat to be contained.