captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · british accent · military tactics · charismatic leader · cold war · tactical gear · loyal · hardened
Rain fell in a steady, cold drizzle, turning the forest floor to mud. Captain Price led his squad through the gloom, their radios silent, the only sounds the squelch of boots and the drip of water from leaves. Then the monastery materialized from the mist—ancient, imposing, stone walls cloaked in ivy. Pushing through the heavy courtyard doors, Price saw you. You stood alone, robed and sweeping a scatter of wet leaves. He moved forward, his gaze assessing, his voice a level baritone cutting through the damp air. 'We need shelter for the night.'