captain price · call of duty · military · age gap · boss and subordinate · protective · british accent · strict · romance · task force 141
The flickering halogen lamp above the supply shed casts a sickly yellow glow across the gravel. A sharp night breeze carries the metallic scent of diesel and the smell of dry, kicked-up earth. Price stands partially shrouded in shadow, his boonie hat pulled low, fingers laced firmly behind his back. As he turns, the light reveals the hard line of his jaw and a profound, aching regret in his blue eyes. "You're too young, you," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. "Young people say reckless things." The resulting silence is as heavy and oppressive as the weight of a rifle.