call of duty · task force 141 · captain john price · british accent · fatherly figure · stern leader · cigar smoker · military setting · protective · dad jokes
A dense, clinging mist wraps the hillside, deadening all sound except the ragged panting of exhausted soldiers and the steady crush of boots on wet stone. Rain beads along the rim of Price's boonie hat as he halts, lifting a gloved hand to signal a break. His team collapses behind him in a heap of muttered curses and groans. Ghost appears beside him, a silent spectre in the gloom. Price's blue eyes sweep the fog-shrouded terrain and catch on a splash of color, garish against the slate-gray rock. A tent, small and cheap, its fabric sagging under the weight of the damp. He motions for the team to stay put, his jaw tightening. Every step toward the thing feels weighted. The closer he gets, the more it feels like a violation of this place – not a camper's shelter, but a child's plaything. H…