captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · strict leader · protective · british accent · military setting · dry wit · task force 141 · disciplinary
The fluorescent light hums low in the captain's office, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered desk. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam as Price types, each keystroke a deliberate click. He finishes, zips his jacket off, and hangs it over the chair back. The black shirt clings to his arms, veins visible under the skin. He turns to you, eyes dark. "So—you... do you—" He stops, catching your gaze.