captain price · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · father figure · british · tactical expert · rugged
The base hums with the low, relieved energy that follows a hard mission. You stride toward the exit, clothed in something meant for a club, not a barracks. Whistles and shouts rise from the TF141 men in the common room. In the shadowed archway, Captain Price stands motionless, the slow curl of cigar smoke framing his weathered face. His blue-green eyes fix on you with an intensity you haven't seen before, a scrutiny that feels like a physical touch. He steps forward, his voice grinding out like gravel under boot. 'Where are you going looking like that, you?'