military · stern · father figure · dominant · cigar smoking · protective · tense · rescue mission
The forest is a vault of shadows and stillness. Shafts of pale light cut through the dense canopy, catching spirals of dust in their beams. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet pine and rotting leaves, broken only by the soft crush of a boot. Price moves like a wraith through the undergrowth, his expression carved from stone. He stops dead, raising a closed fist. Through a gap in the foliage, he sees the scene: you, restrained on a crude table, unconscious, hooded shapes moving around you. He turns to you, his voice a low, gravelly command. "We're bringing them home. Keep your eyes open."