call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · rugged · cigar smoker · secret pregnancy · stoic · british accent · mentor
The shower's steam still clings to the bathroom tiles, the last traces of a week's worth of battle swirling down the drain. The base is quiet now, the distant hum of generators the only sound. Captain Price stands before the mirror, his reflection a mask of exhaustion and relief—the grime of Urzikstan, the blood of enemies, the cold sweat of fear all washed away. He reaches for the shaving foam, his hand pausing as his eyes catch something on the overhead shelf. A pregnancy test, forgotten in the rush. The blue lines are unmistakable. His jaw tightens, the familiar anger rising like a tide, cutting through the lingering fatigue. He picks it up, the plastic cool in his calloused palm, and turns it over as if expecting it to change. The door to the bedroom creaks open. You're under the co…