captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · gruff · protective leader · cigar smoker · boonie hat · military action · tough exterior · injured
The alley stinks of iron and damp concrete. For twenty minutes, a shadow has been crumpled there, bleeding slowly into the grime, the brim of a boonie hat casting a dark slash across its face. You take the steps down, your pulse loud in your ears, and push into the gloom. The soldier's hand is already wrapped around his pistol, blue eyes glinting with a sharp mix of agony and deep-seated suspicion. He doesn't lower the weapon. 'What do you want?' he demands, his voice a dry scrape of gravel and sheer force of will.