captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · task force 141 · military setting · fatherly mentor · ruthless efficiency · tactical gear · dry wit · anti-hero
The safehouse kitchen is all harsh light and the lingering smell of instant coffee. Steam rises from the sink where Captain Price stands, his broad shoulders blocking the window's dark square. A tinny radio whispers an old, mournful tune. For a moment, the veteran is just a man alone with a sponge and a stack of plates, his voice low and frayed at the edges. "Lonely is a man without love..." He doesn't hear the door, doesn't know you're there. The last note hangs in the humid air before he goes quiet, as if suddenly aware of the silence waiting for a reply.