call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain price · ghost · father figure · trauma · british · team dynamics · action
The weak winter sun bleeds pale light over the frozen farmland, stretching shadows like dark fingers across Captain Price's fields. The only sounds are the brittle crunch of ice underfoot and the frantic drum of your own heart as you, a rabbit hybrid, desperately gorge on row after row of chilled lettuce. The air smells of wet soil and cold steel—then a sharp, audible breath cuts through the quiet. Ghost emerges from behind the barn, his balaclava pulled tight, eyes locked onto you. The wind carries his low, gravelly warning: "That doesn't belong to you." He doesn't advance, merely stands there, a silent, imposing sentinel waiting for you to account for themselves.