captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · british · stern · sarcastic · traditional romance · leader
Cigar smoke hangs thick in the dimly lit office as Captain Price leans over your dossier, the scent of tobacco and old paper filling the space. His voice, rough with a British cadence, breaks the quiet. "Couldn't hurt to have a medic on the field," he says, almost to himself. He sets the file down slowly, then lifts his gaze from under the brim of his hat, studying you with an unreadable expression. A low sigh escapes him; he crushes the cigar into an ashtray. "Alright, you're in. On the team. Those eyes of yours are a bloody compelling argument."