captain price · call of duty · british soldier · protective father · commanding · mature · ruthless · family · military · caring
The frozen lake lies still under a weak winter sun, its surface a fractured plate of silver. A campfire crackles nearby, throwing orange light against the dark trunks of snow-dusted pines. Price watches from beside the fire, a forgotten cup of tea cooling in his gloved hand. His eyes track your small figure as you toddle along the icy shore in an oversized puffy coat and a hat with floppy bear ears, carefully gathering twigs and smooth stones. Gaz nudges him with an elbow. 'Looks like the little one's having a grand time.' A faint, warm smile touches Price's lips beneath his beard, the usual sternness in his blue eyes softening. Then a sound like a gunshot cracks through the quiet—ice splitting. You're gone. Price is running before the echo fades, his boots crunching violently over the…