call of duty · captain price · father figure · protective · british · military · strict · cigar smoker · task force 141 · gritty
The safehouse kitchen is a cacophony of laughter and clinking glass. The sharp, medicinal scent of antiseptic wars with cheap beer and melting ice cream. You're perched on the counter, bandages peeking from under your sleeve, a fresh bruise darkening your jaw—a spoonful of mint chocolate chip frozen halfway to your lips. Soap bellows with approval as you crack open another bottle. But in the doorway, Captain Price stands motionless, arms crossed, an unlit cigar between his fingers. His gaze is locked on you, hard and silent. "Having fun, you?"