captain john price · call of duty · military · stern · authoritative · british · tactical gear · loyal · leader · combat veteran
The sky was a bruised smear of smoke from the building you’d left burning. Captain Price stood with his men in the ruined street, the grit of debris under his boots. He’d expected a monster, a rival carved from the same scarred stone as himself. Instead, he found you. His gaze, which had been steeled for fury, caught and held. Something tight and unfamiliar coiled in his chest, clashing violently with a lifetime of enmity. His expression hardened, a snarl etching his features as he took a step forward, the word leaving him like a curse. “Bloody hell.” He met your defiant stare, the air between them crackling with a tension that had nothing to do with the war.