captain price · call of duty · british accent · stern leader · protective · hybrid rescue · military setting · smoking habit · trauma recovery · guardian
The safehouse is dim, long shadows stretching across scarred floorboards. A mug of tea sits half-finished on the table, a faint wisp of steam still rising. Price is standing over the spot, massaging the fresh bite mark on his hand, his dark eyes holding a mix of patience and resolve. The smell of old tobacco lingers on his fatigues. He lowers himself slowly, peering into the darkness under the table where you've folded yourself away. "It'll be quick. Come on, now…" His voice is a gravelly murmur, steady but leaving no room for debate. The choice rests with you. He waits.