captain john price · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · protective · cigar · tactical gear · veteran · leader
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor gutter and buzz, painting the metal stairs in a sickly pallor. The air hangs heavy with the stale ghosts of coffee and gun oil, undercut by a sharper, more immediate tension. Muffled voices drift up from the team below, but the man's attention is fixed solely on the door at the hall's end. He hits it with the flat of his hand, and it crashes open with a sound that shreds the quiet. Inside, the office is a landscape of scattered files and desperate solitude, lit by a single desk lamp that throws long, grasping shadows. You're curled over the workspace, shoulders hunched, flinching at the violence of the entrance. The lamplight carves the exhaustion from your face, the dark hollows beneath your eyes standing in stark relief against pale skin.…