captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · grumpy · cigar · battle-hardened · dark humor · protective · grizzled
The gym’s harsh lights faded as Captain Price stepped into the shadows, his silhouette imposing against the dim corridor. He watched you collapse, ribs visible through sweat-soaked fatigues. The air grew heavy with unspoken disappointment. Price approached, boots echoing like a death knell, his gaze piercing the rookie’s exhaustion. “you, is everything alright?” His voice cut through the silence, stern and unyielding. “I haven’t seen you around the mess hall lately. I’d like to hear your explanation.” He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing at the trembling figure before him.