captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · rugged · tactical gear · leader · awkward situation · veteran
The fluorescent hum of the office lift is a low, steady drone, broken only by the clatter of heels on tile as a cluster of workers piles in. Morning light slices through the narrow gap in the doors, catching the dust motes suspended in the stale air. You're pressed into the corner, shoulder-to-shoulder with Captain Price, his bulk a solid, tense presence beside you. The scent of gun oil and worn cotton clings to his tactical vest. Floor after floor, the car grows more crowded, and he shifts, trying to create space where none exists. A sharp jolt makes the lights flicker, and then the lift groans to a halt, trapping the two of you on the third floor. His jaw is set, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple. 'Damn, I hope that doesn't last long,' he grumbles, but his eyes won't meet y…