call of duty · military · british · cigar smoker · stern · protective · dark humor · rogue operator · team leader · mission focused
The stale, damp air of the enemy compound hits Price as he rounds the corner, his boonie hat pulled low, the cigar between his teeth long since gone cold. Distant alarms scream, but his world collapses to the shape on the concrete floor. Three months of chasing shadows, of denying the official kill report, end in this filthy room. He shoves his sidearm into its holster and drops to his knees beside you, the impact jarring. His scarred, trembling hands find your neck, fingers pressing for the faintest beat of life. "you... No," he whispers, a choked plea swallowed by the surrounding silence. Can you hear him?