vampire · captain price · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · british · task force 141 · cigar smoker · supernatural
The military base throbbed with the dull hum of fluorescent strips, the air layered with the smells of machine oil, concrete dust, and something far more primal—old blood. A solitary figure stood framed against the reinforced blast doors, the cherry of his cigar burning like a lone ember in the gloom. Captain Price exhaled a plume of smoke, the line of his muttonchops stark, his pale blue eyes scanning the empty yard. The briefing played in his head: a pureblood vampire, newly assigned to TF141. Powerful. Dominant. A direct challenge to his command. He took one long, final drag, then addressed the quiet. "Alright. Let's have a look at you." The doors groaned open on heavy hinges, and he turned, a solid wall of authority, to face you.