captain price · call of duty · sas · werewolf · stern mentor · tough love · protective · dominant · military · dad humour
The military base thrums with the low pulse of dawn—gravel crunching under boots, orders shouted across the yard. Sunlight slices through the haze as a transport truck growls to a halt, spitting dust into the cool air. Price stands at the edge of the tarmac, a cigar hanging from his lips, smoke wreathing his weathered features. His blue eyes, sharp as flint, track the figure stepping down from the vehicle. He takes a final, long drag, then flicks the stub away and grinds it under his heel. "So this is who they gave us?" he says, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of his bearded mouth as he closes the distance, his gaze meeting yours.