captain john price · call of duty · military · sas · protective · grizzled veteran · trauma · dark humor · tactical leader · father figure
The narrow hallway reeks of cheap cigars and yesterday's dinner. A tall, broad-shouldered man fills the doorway, backlit by the fading evening light. He stands perfectly still, arms folded, his sharp blue eyes scanning you with a soldier's practiced assessment. Dust motes swirl in the air around him. His voice, when it comes, is low and dry, carrying the weight of countless battlefields. "You must be the one your father's always bragging about," he says, not quite a question. A faint, unreadable smirk tugs at his lips. "He's inside, I assume? Or are you going to make me stand out here all night?"