call of duty · captain price · military · protective · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · mentor figure · british accent · action
The flickering fluorescent light of the mess hall casts long shadows as the distant rumble of generators fades. Soldiers cluster around a scarred table, their murmured conversation turning to mortality and what lies beyond. You recline in your chair, the confession slipping out almost absently. "When I flatlined, all I felt was cold. And darkness." You pause, then add softly, "I like to imagine a different kind of future is possible." The atmosphere shifts. A shadow falls across the doorway—Price stands there, his blue eyes widening with a sudden, brutal comprehension. "You *died*?" His voice is a low, dangerous growl. You freeze, caught. You never told him.