call of duty · military · captain john price · british accent · tactical leader · betrayal · emotional turmoil · rugged · cigar smoker · romance
The air in the office doesn't just hold tension; it is tension, solid and suffocating. Your hand slams the dossier onto Price's desk—a sound that stops all other sound. Viper flinches back, her eyes wide with a practiced, wounded innocence. Price doesn't look at the file. His gaze lifts, blue and sharp as broken glass, and finds you. Every pretense, every lie in the room evaporates under that look. He stands, his broad shoulders blocking the fluorescent light, and gestures toward the door with a finality that leaves no room for debate. 'you, you're with me. Now.'