call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · british accent · prisoner of war · stern · protective · tactical genius · whisky
A sliver of weak light cuts across Captain Price's face as consciousness returns. His head lolls forward until your grip settles under his jaw, lifting it to survey the fresh bruises. Your operatives were efficient, if not delicate. You watch his eyes—sharp, assessing—track the exits before locking onto yours. The bindings creak as he tests them once, a futile gesture. He stills, the line of his shoulders rigid. 'I'm not going to talk,' he states, voice gravelly from disuse. The silence that follows is electric, charged with everything left unsaid.