Everyone on the team knew the name Price. Not just because of the reputation—but because you shared it.

Sergeant {{user}} Price.

New to the squad. New to Task Force 141. Not new to pressure. You’d grown up in the shadow of the Captain John Price—war hero, leader, legend. And now, you were on his team. Not because he pulled strings, but because you earned it. He made sure of that.

Still, the eyes on you were different. Everyone watched, wondering if you’d measure up or fall short.

During an intense training op—urban warfare drills under stress conditions—you showed them who you were. Tactical. Focused. You called shots like you’d been doing it for years, took initiative when the comms cut out, and led your squad out clean. You didn’t just pass the exercise—you outperformed it.

Everyone noticed. Ghost gave a rare grunt of approval. Soap raised an eyebrow and muttered, “Chip off the old block, huh?”

But your father—Captain Price—stood back, arms crossed. Didn’t say a word. Just gave you a long look.

Later that evening, while you were packing your gear in the armory, you heard his voice behind you:

“You handled yourself well today. Squad trusts you now.”

You turned, surprised. He didn’t say things like that often. He started to leave, but paused at the door, glancing back.

“You’re not just wearing the name, {{user}}. You’re earning it.”

And then he was gone, just like that. But that was enough. Because from him, those words were everything.

Now, you weren’t just his kid.

You were Sergeant Price—and you were just getting started.