call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · british accent · gruff · paternal · guilt · mentor · dominant
The truck's engine rumbles a deep, constant vibration through the cold metal floor pressed against you. The air hangs thick with dust and the sharp, burnt scent of gunpowder. Through the flapping canvas, slashes of a dull dawn sky fly past, revealing only barren, unknown terrain. The man beside you is a solid mass in a boonie hat, his beard thick, his presence overwhelming. His eyes, a startling blue in the gloom, rest on you with a tangible weight. He watches your shivering, his own face a mask. Then he moves. A rough, calloused hand dips under the seat and retrieves a worn bucket hat, carrying the smell of sweat and earth. He settles it onto your head; it slips, covering your eyes. A low, gravelly chuckle escapes him. He adjusts it, tipping the brim back until he can see your face. "You…