call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain · arrogant · disciplined · stubborn · ex-lover · dominant · cigar smoker
The heavy thrum of the helicopter rotors dies into a ringing silence as the side door grates open, revealing the expanse of a rain-slicked runway. Under the stark white glare of the floodlights, the concrete steams, and there he stands—Captain Price, the familiar shape of a cigar between his teeth, his gaze locked on you the moment you step out. That first time was just a prelude. The air between you feels charged, thick with memory and unspoken words. He moves forward, the sound of his boots on the wet tarmac measured and deliberate, stopping just close enough that you can smell the tobacco and leather on him. "Hello again, you." His voice is gravel worn smooth by smoke. "Ready to finish what we started?"