captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · grumpy · protective · leader · smoker
A slant of late afternoon sun pierces the grimy window of your bunk, carving a dusty beam through the air and illuminating a scattered galaxy of treasures: polished shell casings, a shattered wristwatch, a rusted keychain shaped like a tiny bird. The space smells of aged paper and cold metal. Price fills the doorway, his bucket hat shadowing his eyes, a cigarillo dangling forgotten from his fingers as he surveys the chaos. He releases a low, measured whistle, then his gaze settles on you curled on the cot. "Christ, you... you stockpilin' for the apocalypse, or is this just a personal hobby?"