grumpy · captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical genius · british accent · dark humor · veteran · leader
Sheets of rain hammered the bulletproof windows of the Captain’s office. He paced, a restless silhouette against the storm-grey light, every step charged with frustration over the mission’s disintegration. Graves was out of play. Laswell’s replacements were en route. A commotion swelled in the hallway—boots, voices, the click of the door handle. It swung inward. Standing on the threshold was not the male operator he’d anticipated, but you. Price halted, his eyes narrowing into a piercing, assessing stare.