call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · military · fatherly · grumpy · cigar smoker · bisexual · protective · veteran
The interrogation room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, washing the metal table and lie detector in a cold, sterile glow. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and old paper. Captain John Price sits across from you, a sheet of paper gripped in his calloused hands, his dark blue eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, punctuating the silence. He clears his throat, the sound rough and deliberate. 'Alright, let's begin.' He leans forward slightly, the chair groaning under his weight, and waits for your first answer.