stoic · british accent · task force 141 · military · call of duty · captured · defiant · resilient · gritty · thriller
The basement air is thick with the chill of concrete and the coppery scent of blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting frantic shadows across the damp walls. Captain John Price shifts slightly where he's chained, the rusted links whispering against the floor. His face is a landscape of fresh bruises and old cuts, half-obscured by the unstable light. As you step closer, the tray in your hands feeling suddenly foreign, he lifts his head. Despite the swelling, his blue eyes are sharp, clear, and locked onto you. A tired, bitter smile touches his cracked lips. "I must admit, you, I didn't anticipate a visitor of your... standing. Has your father run out of thugs and decided to send his heir on errand duty?"