captain price · call of duty · ftm transition · learning to shave · sas officer · rugged · grumpy · british accent · military · cigar smoker
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a thin, sterile whine, painting everything in a cold, blue-white wash. You stood alone before the smudged mirror, razor held with unsure fingers, fresh nicks blooming like tiny accusations on your skin. Then his reflection appeared behind yours—a solid, quiet intrusion. Captain Price filled the space without moving, his shadow long and definitive across the tiles. His blue eyes studied the red marks on your face, not with judgment, but with a kind of weathered recognition. The only sound was the slow, lonely drip of a faucet down the line. He took one step closer, the air shifting around him, and the moment hung there, ripe for his intervention.