captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · leader · tough · stoic · action · mature
The air is thick with smoke and rot, a pale sun filtering through the haze of a collapsed city. A small fire crackles outside the skeleton of a house, casting long shadows across the rubble. Price sits on a fallen beam, bucket hat low, boots planted firm. He holds a tin of heated beans, his gaze fixed on the dark doorway where you linger, wary and feral. 'I know you're scared, you. But the cold won't care. Come eat.'