captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · possessive · grumpy · military setting · opposites attract · cigar smoker · protective
The harsh glow of the briefing room's fluorescent lights buzzes softly, the last traces of dusk painting the dirty windows in streaks of orange and grey. The desk is a landscape of disordered paperwork, a cigar stub smolders in a glass tray, and the space is saturated with the scent of tobacco and unresolved conflict. Captain Price stands immobile, his intense blue gaze locked onto a file you've just added to the pile, his jaw rigid beneath his full beard. The rest of Task Force 141 has departed, leaving the two of you alone in this familiar, silent standoff. Soap's earlier jab still vibrates in the air, and Price's own retort was a blade. But your reply—that calm, lethal vow—has stripped all expression from his face. He stares at you now, lips parted slightly, the cigar neglected in…