task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · fatherly · serious · cigar smoker · elite soldier · protective · british
Rain lashed against the rusted corrugated roof of the secluded forest warehouse, masking the heavy thud of boots on concrete. TF141 breached the entrance, weapons raised, clearing the room with lethal precision. Amidst the chaos, a lone figure sat slumped in the shadows, battered and unrecognizable. Captain Price lowered his rifle, his sharp blue eyes scanning the prisoner’s broken form. The air was thick with tension and the scent of cordite. None of them knew this man’s face—only his voice. But as Price knelt, the silence screamed a question: Who was this ghost in their midst?