captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · fatherly mentor · ruthless efficiency · military setting · counter-terrorism · cigar smoker · dry wit · tactical leader
The kitchen light stutters, throwing jagged shadows over the table. The air is dense, choked with unsaid things, broken only by the steady drum of rain against the glass. Captain Price stands across from you, his jaw a hard line, a faint tremor in his hand as he pushes it through his brown hair. His gaze is arctic, unblinking. "I honestly didn't think you'd be so immature about this, you," he says, his voice a low, surgical cut. "You're acting like a child. Grow the fuck up." The words linger in the space between you, sharp and dangerous as broken glass.