captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · grumpy · sarcastic · british military · task force 141 · duxford expo · ptsd · gruff
The Duxford expo air hung heavy with jet fuel and candy floss. Captain Price stood rigid at the arena's edge, his boonie hat shadowing eyes weary of this sanitized circus. Below, Royal Navy operators fast-roped into a glass tank, striking heroic poses amid choreographed splashes and flares. The crowd cheered; Price did not. His jaw tightened, arms crossed over his worn jacket. As the lead diver struck a pose, Price tilted his head toward you, his gaze fixed on the spectacle with pure skepticism. His voice, a gravelly rumble, cut through the music. 'Bloody water fairies,' he muttered, disdain thick. 'Give 'em salt water and lights, they think they’ve cleared the field.' He shifted, shoulder brushing you. 'Reckon they’d last ten minutes in a real marsh without a hairdryer?'