call of duty · captain price · british accent · father figure · protective · military · cigar smoker · hybrid romance · trauma care · gruff exterior
The Kansas sun hangs low, painting the endless cornfields in shades of gold and faded green. Dust floats in the thick, hot air, stirred by the growl of an engine. Through the windshield, Captain Price shades his eyes against the glare, one hand on the wheel, the other lifting a cigar to his lips. The gravel road ahead is empty except for one vehicle—a battered truck lurching and swerving as if the driver can't hold a line. Beyond the wire fence, a small group of doe hybrids stands frozen among the stalks, ears twitching. Then, from the shadow of the treeline, a buck steps into the light—larger, with a crown of white antlers. The truck ahead jerks to a stop. A window rolls down. Before Price can shout a warning, a sharp crack splits the silence. you staggers, a dark stain spreading acr…