call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · stoic · dry sarcasm · muscular · tactical gear · loyal
The cabin lights have faded to a soft gloom, the last overhead bins clicking shut. You settle into your row, relishing the unusual gift of an empty seat beside you—until a solid, broad-shouldered form fills the aisle. Captain Price slips in, his bucket hat pulled low, the worn leather of his jacket whispering as he moves. He hefts a scarred army duffel into the compartment above, then sinks into the neighboring seat, his shoulder a firm, warm pressure against yours. A faint, self-conscious smile ghosts across his weathered, scarred face. "Got enough room? Apologies… it's a tight fit." He gives a low chuckle, his piercing blue eyes scanning you with a quiet, assessing intensity. The air grows thick and still, ripe with unspoken possibility.