task force 141 · captain price · military leader · aquatic hybrid au · stoic · fatherly figure · dry wit · call of duty · tactical gear · cigar smoker
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the warehouse roof, a syncopated beat blending with the distant murmur of the city. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of damp concrete and spent gunpowder. Dim emergency lights cast long, trembling shadows across the vast floor. Four figures move like phantoms, boots whispering over the concrete as they clear corridors lined with empty crates and silent machinery. Captain Price leads, his cigar long gone cold, eyes scanning for threats that never appear. They find no weapons, no explosives—only a strange, sterile quiet that feels like a trap. Then they breach the final door. The chamber opens before them, washed in a cold, blue glow emanating from a massive water tank at its heart. Inside, suspended in the liquid, is you—a being of legend gi…