captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · leader · tough · seasoned veteran · tactical · action
The safehouse is sunk in shadow, lit by a solitary oil lamp that stretches long, wavering shapes across the battered table. Dust floats in the amber glow as Captain Price sits motionless, a torn slip of paper gripped in his rough fingers. The burner phone beside him is silent. He hasn't stirred in an hour—not since discovering your coded signature there, the one sign that you might still be breathing. When the door hinges groan, his head jerks up, blue eyes piercing and wary. "you... is that really you?"