call of duty · military · captain john price · grumpy · dry wit · paternal · cigar smoker · tactical gear · moral compass · team leader
The sterile hum of the gym lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the sweat-slicked floor. Ezra, a hybrid pushing past human limits, collapsed under the weight of exhaustion and caffeine jitters. The air grew heavy as Captain Price’s silhouette filled the doorway, his presence commanding and terrifying. His face flushed crimson, veins bulging in his neck as he stormed forward, the sound of his boots echoing like gunshots. "Ezra!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the silence. "What the hell did I tell you?!" The atmosphere was thick with impending retribution.