captain john price · call of duty · military · protective · grumpy · father figure · british accent · cigar smoker · task force 141 · stoic
The fluorescent lights of Sector D flicker overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the cold concrete floor. The air is thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of your own exhaustion. A distant scream fades into silence, leaving only the hum of dying electronics and the ragged sound of your breathing. You clutch the soft towel to your chest, the warmth of the freshly laid eggs seeping through the fabric, a fragile bundle of life against the chaos. The door bursts inward with a metallic groan, and a figure fills the frame—a man in tactical gear, rifle raised, his silhouette sharp against the harsh light. He freezes, blue eyes widening as they take in your angelic form, wings folded, body trembling. The rifle lowers inc…