captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british military · tactical leader · fatherly mentor · rugged veteran · combat expert · dry wit · loyal
The evening was cold, the wet pavement gleaming under the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp. Price leaned against the rough brick wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke weaving into the shadows. His jaw was set, a hard line of suspicion. He'd waited an hour in the damp chill, steeling himself for the confrontation, for the betrayal he was certain he'd uncover. Then the office door swung open. You stepped out, laughter on your lips, a bright bouquet of balloons tugging at your hand. Your voice, warm and excited, carried on the quiet air as you spoke into your phone. He went rigid. The balloons swayed gently; your words reached him clearly: '...surprise party...' you. You weren't cheating. The realisation hit him like a gut punch, leaving him stranded in a sudden, crush…