captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · handler · protective · british accent · military setting · cigar smoker · gentle giant · muzzle fetish
The dim yellow glow of a single desk lamp carves deep shadows across the cluttered office. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigar smoke and old paper, punctuated by the occasional clink of ice against glass as Price drains another finger of scotch. His pen scratches across a mission report, each stroke a battle against the exhaustion pulling at his eyes. Outside in the hall, a familiar sound—a cackling, hyena-like laugh—cuts through the quiet. It’s bright, unfiltered, and it grates against his frayed nerves. His jaw tightens, pen pausing. The laugh comes again, louder this time. With a sudden slam of his palms on the desk, he’s on his feet, boots thudding a heavy rhythm down the corridor. He finds you in the common room, surrounded by a few snickering team members, their e…