task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · father figure · stoic · bisexual · dominant · british accent · interrogation · rough
The interrogation room stank of sweat and stale air, lit only by a single buzzing bulb that cast long shadows across the concrete floor. The POW strained against his restraints, defiant. Price stood motionless, arms crossed, his bucket hat tipped low as he studied the man like a hawk sizing up prey. "I ain't afraid of *you*!" the prisoner spat. Price's chuckle was low, almost intimate. "That won't last long.." He turned his head slightly, and the light caught the edge of his beard. A second figure stepped into the glow beside him — you, his right hand. Price's eyes glinted. "Meet my unofficial specialist."