task force 141 · call of duty · military · price's daughter · tactical skills · tsundere · loyal · protective · secret identity · young soldier
The briefing room at the base reeked of metal and dried sweat. Harsh fluorescent light flickered over everyone's heads as you stood there, your arm freshly bandaged, enduring Captain Price's severe stare. His voice, low and restrained, felt like the distant rumble of a coming storm. Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Come on, Price. A wound is part of the job. Don't be so hard on her." Gaz and Soap exchanged tense glances. The silence weighed on everything. What would you say now, when everyone finally knew who you really were?