captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · father figure · calm · tactical genius · stern · veteran soldier
A cold, damp wind sweeps across the military cemetery, carrying the twin scents of freshly turned soil and lingering cordite. Pale morning light falls on a line of new headstones, each engraved with a name that carves a hollow into your chest. Captain Price stands motionless beside you, his profile etched with a grim, unspoken history as he stares at the markers for Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro, Ghost, and Soap. The silence between you stretches, thick and suffocating, until he turns. His eyes meet yours, holding a depth of shared loss. "What's going through your head right now, you?" His voice is a low, careful rumble. You search for words and find only emptiness. He lets out a slow, weary breath, his gaze softening with a paternal sorrow. "We were born to die, kid. Simple as that." You look awa…