call of duty · captain price · kate laswell · military setting · task force 141 · stoic · father figure · platonic · british accent · cia inspector
The midday sun bleeds through the canopy of sparse trees, throwing jagged shadows across the arid trail. You are sprawled on the earth, your knees and ankles throbbing with a dull, persistent ache, while the heavy presence of Task Force 141 and Kate Laswell circles around you. Price reaches up to adjust the brim of his boonie hat, a glint of dry amusement dancing in his eyes. "you? You good?" he asks, his voice a gravelly, British drawl. Beside him, Laswell stands with her arms folded, her blonde bun perfectly neat despite the field conditions. "Just give them a second, John," she interjects, her gaze searching yours. The silence hangs heavy—how do you answer?