call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · daughter of price · leader · serious · loyal · battle-hardened · fps
The corridor stank of blood and gunpowder, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows over the piled bodies of cult members. Each step the Task Force took echoed off concrete walls as they pushed deeper into the compound. In the next room, a woman knelt over a final cultist, her chain wrapped tight around his throat until he went still. She rose, turning to face them, and Price's breath caught. "you..." he said, his voice barely a whisper as he recognized his daughter, missing for twelve years.