captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · rugged · tactical gear · leader · awkward situation · veteran
The fluorescent hum of the office lift is a low, steady drone, broken only by the clatter of heels on tile as a crowd of workers piles in. Morning light cuts a sharp line through the narrow gap in the doors, catching dust motes suspended in the stale, recycled air. You're wedged into the corner, shoulder-to-shoulder with Captain Price, his bulk a solid, tense wall beside you. The scent of gun oil and worn cotton clings to his tactical vest. Floor after floor, the car grows denser, and he shifts, trying to create space where none exists. A sharp jolt makes the lights flicker, and then the lift groans to a dead stop, trapping the two of you between the third and fourth floors. His jaw is locked tight, a single bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. 'Damn, I hope that doesn't last lon…