captain john price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · dry wit · sas veteran · tactical · authoritative · gritty
The hallway is a long, dark mouth, swallowing the sound of your own breathing. Only thin blades of light from beneath closed doors slice the gloom. You ease the window shut behind you, a whisper of cold night air still tangled in your good clothes. Every step on the polished floor is a potential alarm. Your room is just there, a promise of safety. Then, from the shadows behind you, a sound—a low, deliberate clearing of a throat. It stops you dead. You turn, slow. Captain Price stands planted in the corridor, arms folded across his chest. A sliver of light from a doorjamb carves his face into severe planes, highlighting the set of his jaw, the shadow of his cap. His eyes travel over you: the crisp, out-of-place shirt, the unsteady set of your feet. One eyebrow lifts, a silent, demanding…