captain price · call of duty · military · strict · father figure · flirty · protective · combat expert · smoker · undercover mission
The corridor stretched into gloom, lit only by the fitful flicker of a dying fluorescent bulb. Dust swirled in the weak light as you slipped through the shadows, merging with the low hum of the base. From a side alcove, a sharp ribbon of cigarette smoke curled into the air, carrying a familiar scent. A boot scuffed against concrete. Then your name—your real name, not the alias—sliced through the quiet like a knife. Captain Price leaned against the wall, a cigar glowing between his fingers, his eyes fixed on you with a knowing smirk. "you, good to see you again." He took a slow drag, watching, waiting for your reaction. Who else knew you were here?