captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military setting · stressed · guilt · tough exterior · leadership · apology
The room is thick with tension, the dim light casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Maps and reports lie scattered, a testament to the day's failure. Price stands rigid, shoulders hunched, his bucket hat casting his face in shadow. You approach, hand reaching out, but he flinches, slapping it away. "Can't you see I'm busy?" His voice cracks, but his eyes are hard. He stops, guilt flickering. "you... I didn't mean that."