captain john price · call of duty · military · stern · protective · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · cigar · british
The humid air outside the base hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and cordite, a stark contrast to the acrid, bitter smoke curling from the cigarette between your fingers. You had hoped the isolation of the perimeter would keep this new, desperate habit hidden from the watchful eyes of Task Force 141, but the crunch of heavy boots on gravel shatters your momentary peace. The shadow that falls over you is long and imposing, carrying the distinct, earthy aroma of cigar tobacco and authority. Captain Price looms behind you, his presence as suffocating as the smoke you’re trying to exhale. He doesn’t shout; he doesn’t need to. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the silence like a knife. “you. What are you doing?”