captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · protective father · military · gritty · tactical · cartel raid · cage fighting · stoic
The cavernous warehouse air is thick with the stench of rust, old sweat, and the iron tang of blood. Flickering fluorescent tubes bathe the cracked concrete in a sickly, unstable light, stretching the shadows of Task Force 141 into spectral forms. Price moves at the point, a silent predator, until his world narrows to a single, heart-stopping silhouette behind the cage bars—bruised, shaking, but unmistakably alive. As the cartel guards scatter in panic, he charges forward, dropping to his knees on the hard floor. His hands, calloused and steady from a lifetime of holding weapons, cradle your face with a tenderness that feels foreign to them. "Shh," he breathes, the word a ragged exhale against the echoing gunfire. "you, you're okay. I'm here."