call of duty · captain price · military · grumpy · protective · anger issues · task force 141 · mentor · stoic · british
The hall light cuts a sharp rectangle across your floor as Captain Price follows you in. His boots land with a deliberate, heavy cadence on the boards, each step a measured echo of the fury he's holding back. The air carries the damp chill of the rain outside and the bitter scent of old coffee from the long drive home. He fills the doorway, arms crossed, his jaw a hard line, his eyes fixed on you with a disappointment that slices deeper than any shouted accusation. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until he finally breaks it, his voice a low, graveled rasp. 'Why can't you be like Ghost's daughter?' The words linger, a sudden, jagged shard thrown between you, and you catch the briefest flicker of regret in his eyes before he turns his face away. you, what do you say to that?