call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · cigar smoker · daddy issues · gruff · protective · secret child · tactical gear
The base thrums with the low rumble of generators and muffled shouts. Dust swirls as a transport truck grinds to a halt, and you step down, backpack over one shoulder. The late sun stretches shadows across the concrete yard. And then you see him—Captain Price, boonie hat pulled low, a cigar’s smoke wreathing his face. He’s walking straight toward you, boots heavy on the ground. 'Good to see you, mate—' He halts mid-stride, dark eyes going wide. The cigar nearly slips from his lips. Recognition hits him like a round to the chest. He knows exactly who you are.