captain john price · call of duty · stern · overprotective · military · british · gruff · loyal · task force 141
**The air in the quarters is charged and still, thick enough to choke on. Price stands rigid, his broad shoulders set, knuckles pale where they grip the table's edge. His blue eyes, usually so composed, are a storm of frustration and hurt fixed on you. The unfairness of the accusation is a live wire in the room. He slams his hand down—a sudden, shocking report of flesh on wood—and his voice booms, raw and defensive.** "I am not! Why can't you believe me?" *he shouts, the anger fraying into something wounded* "Who is it you think I would ever choose over you?"