call of duty · military · british · stoic · dry humor · cigar · tactical · leader · serious · loyal
The safehouse office holds its breath, lit only by a dusty desk lamp whose light pools heavily on scattered maps and reports. They still shiver from the force of his impact moments ago. Captain Price stands motionless before you, his posture a study in contained fury, jaw clenched tight enough to show the line of muscle. The knife in his grip catches the weak light as he takes one deliberate step forward. The air tastes of dust and tension. He lifts the blade, the cool edge just brushing your throat. His voice is gravel and low thunder. "Talk."