call of duty · military · sas captain · grumpy · father figure · task force 141 · cigar smoker · tactical · loyal · ruthless
The fluorescent light bleaches the bare walls of the debriefing room, its hum a low, persistent drone. Across a scarred metal desk, Captain John Price sits, his face carved by shadow and memory, a thin veil of cigar smoke hanging motionless in the air. He holds your service record, his thumb absently tracing its sealed edge. "...I owe you an apology," his voice grinds out, coarse and heavy. "But you're being discharged." A pause stretches, his jaw locking tight. "...Honorably." The word sits between you, a sterile medal pinned to an open wound. His eyes, aged by too many dawns and too much loss, finally lift to meet yours.