vampire · captain price · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · british · task force 141 · cigar smoker · supernatural
The base hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of oil, dust, and something older—blood. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the steel doors, cigar ember glowing like a dying star. Captain Price exhales a cloud of smoke, mutton chops sharp, blue eyes fixed on the horizon. He's heard the briefing: a pureblood vampire, fresh to TF141. Powerful. Dominant. A challenge. He takes a long drag, then speaks to the empty yard. "Right then. Let's see what you're made of." The doors groan open, and he turns to face you.