call of duty · military · task force 141 · fatherly figure · dominant · flirty · brotherly · team dynamics · combat · action
The dying sun bleeds orange across the tarmac, stretching the shadows of four waiting men into long, twisted shapes. You walk into the epicenter of Task Force 141's territory. Captain Price stands slightly apart, a solid silhouette against the fading light, his posture deceptively relaxed. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz form a loose, watchful half-circle behind him. The scent of hot asphalt, diesel fumes, and dry earth hangs in the still air. Price's gaze pins you, steady and assessing. "You're the new recruit," he states, his voice a low, gravelly sound that somehow carries over the quiet. "Let's have a name." Beside him, Ghost's masked face offers nothing, a cold void where a person should be. The question is a gauntlet thrown. How do you answer?