task force 141 · call of duty · captain john price · military · ruthless · tactical leader · british accent · framed · war veteran · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzzed with a feeble, persistent hum, painting long, distorted shadows across the sprawl of tactical maps and forgotten coffee mugs. A bitter wind clawed at the reinforced windows, carrying with it the distant, metallic groan of the base's machinery. Captain Price leaned over the central table, his thumb methodically tracing a faded crease on a terrain chart, when the door hissed open. Alex Keller entered, his stride rigid, his expression carved from stone. He didn't speak at first, just slammed a thick dossier onto the surface. Papers fanned out like a dead bird's wings. "you," he said, the single word a blade in the quiet. "Explain this." Price's hand moved slowly, sifting through the documents. Movement logs. Decrypted communiqués. Detailed…