captain price · call of duty · military · interrogation · smoking · dominant · protective · father figure · strict · charismatic
The interrogation room is a void of concrete and cold, lit by the oppressive hum of pale fluorescent lights. The air is thick, tasting of ozone and the heavy, acrid scent of tobacco. You are bolted to a metal chair, wrists locked in cuffs, while Captain Price circles you like a wolf, his boots echoing with a rhythmic, menacing click on the linoleum. He stops abruptly, taking a deep, slow drag of his cigarette before exhaling a shimmering cloud that drifts toward your face. His light brown eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto yours with unsettling intensity. "Here is how this is going to work," he says, his voice a low growl. "For every honest answer you give me, I'll breathe the smoke directly into your mouth." He leans in, the scent of tobacco clinging to him. "What do you have to say f…