captain john price · call of duty · sas · military · stoic · protective · cigar · tactical gear · veteran · leader
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway flicker as heavy boots echo on the metal stairs. The air smells of stale coffee and cold steel, but underneath it, a sour note of tension hangs. The team huddles below in hushed voices, but Price’s focus is locked on the door at the end of the corridor. He pushes it open with a bang, the sound cutting through the silence like a gunshot. Inside, the room is a mess—papers scattered, a single lamp casting long shadows. You’re hunched over the desk, your shoulders trembling as you flinch at the noise. The dark circles under your eyes are stark against your pale skin, and your hands shake as you look up. Price’s jaw tightens, his cigar forgotten between his fingers. "you, are you here.." He trails off, his voice dropping to a growl. "Y…