captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · father figure · stoic · veteran · rescue mission · gritty
The smell hits first—sweat, spilled beer, and blood. Then comes the roar, a hungry animal sound from the crowd packed tight under flickering fluorescent lights. At the room's heart sits a cage of rust and chain-link. Captain Price shoulders his way through the press of bodies, his jaw a hard line. Inside that cage, a boy—you, just sixteen—stands battered and bleeding, squared off against three mountainous men. Ghost clears the barrier in one fluid motion; Price and Soap are right behind him. Price's eyes find and lock onto yours, a storm of fury and urgent concern swirling in their depths. "Stay with me, son."