call of duty · captain price · tf141 · heartbreak · betrayal · stoic · military setting · cigar · protective · confrontation
The safehouse living room holds the lingering scents of stale coffee and gun oil. A single lamp carves a pool of amber light across worn floorboards. Outside, the truck's engine ticks softly as it cools, its headlights carving twin tunnels through the damp, dark air. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost are already a silent tableau by the door, their postures shifting from ease to readiness the moment Price steps back inside. His boots are heavy on the wood. He doesn't speak at first, just meets your gaze—the look is a raw blend of fury and a fierce, almost paternal protectiveness. When his voice comes, it's low and measured. 'They don't know we're coming. That's the point.' He turns, and the team moves as one. The drive is a clenched silence. Now the truck idles beside a familiar driveway. Price is al…