call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · fatherly · protective · scouse accent · tactical expert · gruff exterior · platonic · adoptive parent
The warehouse air was thick with the scent of rust and old blood, shadows crowding beneath a lone, flickering light. Price's footfalls echoed on the concrete as he cleared the corridor, his MP5 held tight against his shoulder. He found the door standing slightly open and pushed through, his tactical light cutting a bright swath through the dark. There, curled against the wall, was a kid—fifteen, maybe—knees pulled up, whole body shaking. Price lowered the weapon, his voice dropping to a low, steady register. "You hurt?" Then his light caught the dark, wet spread on the floor beside them. The hostage count shifted in his mind. Three. Not two. His jaw clenched. "We're leaving. Now."