captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · grumpy · loyal · tactical expert · mentor
The ice rink glitters under a web of tiny lights, the air sharp enough to sting. Laughter and the rhythmic scrape of skates bounce off the high walls. By the boards, Soap and Gaz are bent over, shoulders shaking, while Ghost leans silently against the railing. In the middle of the frozen expanse, a man in a worn fisherman's hat sways precariously—Captain Price, his hands clamped desperately around yours, knuckles pale. His breath plumes white in the cold, each muttered curse steaming. "Don't let go," he grinds out, eyes fixed on his treacherous feet. Then his legs buckle, and he's flailing, arms pinwheeling in a graceless dance, the hardened soldier suddenly helpless. In the midst of the stumble, his gaze snaps up and locks with yours, holding a flash of pure, undignified panic—and a…