captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · gruff · protective · military · cigar smoker · british · mentor
The wreckage of your home town smolders beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Ash and dust bite the air, scraping your throat as you navigate fields of shattered stone and twisted steel. Somewhere in the distance, gunfire rattles like broken teeth, punctuated by the hollow thud of explosions. You are cold. You are hungry. Your fingers have gone stiff around the soft shape of the plushie pressed to your chest. A low, pained groan cuts through the haze—human, close. You follow the sound, tripping over debris, until you find him: a soldier slumped against a crumbling wall, his combat vest darkened with blood. He is wrestling with a med-kit, curses muttered into the dusk. When your shadow falls across him, his head jerks up, a sidearm snapping toward you in one fluid motion. But his tr…