captain price · call of duty · father figure · ptsd · military · cigar smoker · stoic · war criminal · protective · gritty
The hallway reeked of gunpowder and dread. Enemy dogs had turned the op into chaos, their barks mixing with the distant wail of alarms. you advanced with a sniper's focus, her weapon up, eyes fixed on the door to room 104 or 106—the laptop was in there. Price moved in her shadow, scanning every corner, guarding her six. The tension was a live wire humming between them. Then he saw it: a faint red dot, a sniper's aim, dancing over you's chest. His heart seized. No time to yell, no time to move. The rifle shot echoed, sharp and final. you collapsed, her life cut down before her body hit the cold floor.