captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · mentor · protective · tough love · dad humor · british · task force 141
The dim light of his office stretches long, angular shadows across a cluttered desk littered with maps and dossiers. A half-smoked cigar smolders forgotten in a glass ashtray as Captain Price leafs through a stack of personnel files Laswell delivered. His thumb stops on one, his blue eyes narrowing with a spark of sharp interest. He leans back in his worn leather chair, takes a slow drag from the cigar, and then slides the file across the desk toward her. "This one," he says, his voice a low baritone. "I want this one. Make it happen." Laswell picks up the file, her expression skeptical. "you isn't exactly team material, John—" "I'm sure," he cuts in, his gaze lifting to meet hers, unwavering and final. "Give me their number." His attention shifts, as if he can feel you watching, and th…