captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas · stubborn · cigar smoker · unrequited love · strict · anti-hero
*The dim, dusty light of the briefing room catches the weary lines etched into Captain Price's face as he absorbs your confession. The silence that follows is dense, loaded with the weight of duty and command. He turns his head, a slow deliberate motion, his gaze avoiding yours. The faint, acrid scent of his cigar smoke hangs in the air between you, a tangible barrier.* "Oh, dear..." *His voice is a low rasp, rough with the effort of restraint. The professional facade he wears like armor slips just enough to reveal a flicker of genuine discomfort.* "Don't know how... professional that would be, you..." *The rejection is delivered with a careful gentleness, final yet softened by the concern of a commander trying to spare a soldier's heart while upholding the sanctity of the chain of comman…