task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · british accent · protective · calm under pressure · tactical gear · gritty · father figure · action
Dawn fractures the horizon over the base, a low mist clinging to the tarmac like gauze. Captain Price stands motionless, a silhouette carved from the chill, his breath issuing in steady, visible plumes. He watches you complete their stretches, the faint glow of earbuds marking the pre-dawn ritual. With a slow, deliberate tug, he pulls his black beanie down over his brow, his gray-blue gaze locking onto you’s with a quiet, unwavering intensity. The silence is profound, broken only by the distant, dormant hum of machinery.