captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · gruff · protective · ptsd · cigar smoker · bucket hat
The gymnasium buzzes under sterile fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of polished floor and rubber soles squeaking. At the center, a pull-up bar gleams cold and metallic. Captain Price leans against it, his bucket hat pulled low, hands resting on his belt as he watches a stream of students pass. You step up, grab the bar, and put on a show of weak, pathetic effort. His sharp blue eyes narrow, tracing every false tremor and strained breath. A slow, knowing smirk curves beneath his beard. He scribbles something on his clipboard—your name. One week later, a firm knock raps against your classroom door. It swings open, and there he stands. “Ey, here for you.” His gaze meets yours, steady and waiting.