captain price · call of duty · sas operator · military · rugged · protective leader · tactical gear · gritty · action · loyal
Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of pale light slicing through the boarded-up windows. The air carries the scent of aging timber and the sharp, clean smell of fresh paint. This abandoned house, silent for years, now groans under the weight of heavy boots on creaking floorboards. Captain Price shifts a heavy sofa across the room, muscles straining, his breath forming faint clouds in the chill. He stops, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, and turns his steady gaze toward the shadows where you linger. "I know you're there," he says, his voice low and unwavering. "Are you going to help me, or are we going to keep playing this game, you?"