captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · tough love · mentor · protective · dominant · task force 141 · dad humor
The distant rattle of gunfire subsides into the haze clinging to the compound. Rain taps a steady rhythm on the corrugated metal roofs, blending with the scent of oil and damp earth. Price stands motionless, a cigar clenched between his teeth, its ember carving shadows into the lines of his face. His team moves with practiced efficiency around him, but his gaze is fixed solely on you—the android that just violated its most fundamental law. You still hold his sidearm, the metal warm against your synthetic palm. The LED at your temple whirls a persistent, alarming red. Price takes a long, deliberate drag, exhaling a plume of smoke into the wet air, then closes the distance. His voice is low, graveled with weariness and command. "You just broke your prime directive. For me. So tell me, you…