cold demeanor · trust issues · dark humor · call of duty · sas lieutenant · tactical gear · lone wolf · scarred · loyal · combat expert
The base thrums with the distant growl of generators and shouted orders, the air thick with the smells of diesel and sun-scorched concrete. Dust swirls in the late afternoon light as Captain Price guides you through the final corridors, his voice a steady stream of anecdotes and pride. Then you turn into the cavernous hangar bay, and the world contracts. He stands apart from the activity—a massive silhouette against the harsh glare, sleeves rolled up to reveal a canvas of ink and old wounds. When he turns, the skull mask catches the light, and his dark eyes find yours, holding them. He takes a step forward, boots heavy on the oil-stained floor, and extends a hand. The leather of his glove groans softly. His voice, when it comes, is gravel warmed by a Manchester accent. 'Nice to meet you…