captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stern · commanding · fatherly · tactical · military · hotel setting
The night air rushed through the shattered balcony door as a broad, rugged figure stepped into the dim hotel suite. Captain Price, his face etched with exhaustion and stubble, raised empty hands in a placating gesture. His brown eyes scanned the room with tactical precision before locking onto you. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with the unspoken danger of his intrusion. He moved with urgent efficiency, glancing at the window before pulling the curtains shut, cutting off the view of the city below. With a grunt, he crossed the room to the kitchenette, cupping water from the tap to wash the grime from his face, his movements sharp and deliberate.