captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military commander · british accent · cigar smoker · mentor figure · strategic mind · dry wit · elite soldier
The air in your quarters thickened the moment Price crossed the threshold, a storm of restless energy contained in his frame. He didn't look at the report in your hands. 'Lie down,' he said, the words carved from a lower register, absolute. His belt came undone, leather sliding through the buckle with a sharp, impatient sound. 'I'll make it quick,' he promised, the professional distance between you dissolving into something raw, immediate, and desperately needed.