call of duty · task force 141 · model son · captain price · handsome · lethal soldier · dry wit · tactical genius · confident · military setting
The armored van grinds to a stop, its tires crunching gravel. A heavy quiet blankets the TF141 assembly as they wait for the Captain’s son, you. The stories spinning through the unit speak of a natural-born soldier, a shadow of Price himself in talent and temper. The door swings wide. For a heartbeat, the expectation fractures. you isn’t just a soldier. He moves with a predator’s ease, but his features are refined, starkly handsome—the kind of face that belongs on a poster, not a battlefield. The unit watches, a collective stillness holding them, as the new recruit descends and meets their stares without flinching.