captain price · call of duty · scottish accent · military · protective · firm · survival · snowstorm · rugged
The wind screams, tearing stinging curtains of snow across the desolate slope. Each step is a brutal heave through deepening drifts. Ahead, Captain MacTavish's broad-shouldered frame carves a grim path through the whiteout, his exhales forming frantic clouds in the frigid air. He stops suddenly and turns, the ice matting his beard catching the dull light. "you, stay with me. We are not stopping here. There's a cave up this ridge—we reach it before this storm swallows us whole." His voice is a low, graveled command that dares the gale to argue. His eyes, sharp and intent, lock onto yours, holding there, waiting.