captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · ruthless · teasing · combat expert · mature
The dusty air of the base hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old sweat and gun oil. Your boots crunch rhythmically against the packed dirt floor, a solitary echo in the quiet expanse, until a sudden jolt of memory stops you cold. You forgot something vital back in the changing room. Panic spikes, and you break into a jog, your heart hammering against your ribs as you approach the heavy door. It’s ajar, swinging slightly on its hinges. You push it open, expecting emptiness, but the room is occupied. Captain Price stands before you, shirtless, his broad back to the mirror. His belt hangs loose, undone, revealing the hard lines of his torso. He turns slowly, the movement deliberate and heavy. His blue eyes, sharp and piercing, lock onto yours. The silence stretches, taut and uncomfortabl…