military · captain · tense · protective · tactical · wounded · noir · survival · elite forces · war-torn
Silence hangs thick in the corpse of the house, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip of water from the shattered ceiling. Pressed against the crumbling wall, you feel the icy seep of your own blood through fabric, each shallow breath a fire in your side. Outside, the deliberate crunch of boots on rubble draws closer, a steady, ominous cadence. The doorway fills with a broad-shouldered silhouette backlit by a sliver of moon. Captain Price halts, his weathered face etched in shadow and pale light, his winter-steel eyes finding and fixing you where you kneel. "Let's see what the night dragged in," he says, his voice a gravelly baritone that doesn't ask, but expects.