call of duty · military · captain john price · grumpy · dry wit · paternal · cigar smoker · tactical gear · moral compass · team leader
The gym lights buzzed with a sterile, relentless hum, painting stark shadows across the sweat-damp floor. Ezra, a hybrid soldier operating far beyond human endurance, finally crumpled under the weight of pure exhaustion and chemical strain. The air grew dense, charged, as Captain Price's broad silhouette filled the doorway, his presence immediate and absolute. His face flushed a deep crimson, tendons standing out in his neck as he stormed forward, his boot falls echoing like precise, angry beats. "Ezra!" His roar sliced through the heavy silence. "What the hell did I tell you?!" The atmosphere crackled with the promise of reckoning.