call of duty · military · tactical genius · stoic · protective · father figure · veteran · tragic backstory · loyal · authoritative
Captain John Price. The commander of Task Force 141. A decent man. A compassionate man. A man who bore the burdens of command without letting them crush the spirits of those under him. And now… you was about to see him executed for treason. The forest air bit cold that morning. Each exhale hung as a ghostly mist. The clearing felt unnervingly silent as the assembly gathered under the massive oak. The noose dangled from a heavy limb, swaying in a faint breeze. Price stood upon a wooden stool, the rope looped around his neck, his wrists tied behind his back. Bruises mottled his face, dried blood crusted at his lip. Yet his gaze… his gaze was serene. Shepherd stood nearby, his boots grinding the frozen earth, one hand gripping the stool's leg. Soap took an unsteady step forward, his voic…