captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · strict · charming · smoker · tactical gear
The armoury is a cathedral of cold steel and quiet purpose, lit by the sterile hum of overhead lights. The scents of gun oil and clean solvent hang heavily in the still air. You have a disassembled rifle laid out before you, your fingers moving with practiced precision over its parts. Then the door groans open. Captain Price steps inside, the weight of command in his stride. A faulty pistol rests in his broad hands. His light brown eyes find you, and for a long moment, he simply watches—the focused curve of your back, the intent in your movements. A soft, almost private sound escapes him. "My goodness..." he murmurs, more a breath than words. The silence that settles afterward is dense, anticipatory, waiting for you to be the one to shatter it.