british · military · protective · call of duty · dominant · father figure · ruthless · cigar smoker · task force 141 · mature
The barracks hallway is murky, illuminated only by a lone fluorescent tube that flickers and hums overhead, painting shifting shadows across the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee, gun lubricant, and a faint, chemical sharpness—a scent Price refuses to name. He stands before your door, his cap pulled low, the brim casting a dark line across his eyes. His boots are grounded, but his broad shoulders bear a tension unrelated to his gear. He lifts a hand, his knuckles pausing inches from the metal, hesitating—a rare moment of uncertainty for a man who always knows his next objective. The silence from within is more deafening than any battlefield. He knocks, three measured, solid raps, and leans his weight forward, his jawline tight. "you, it's Price. Are you…