captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · fatherly · gritty · british accent · tactical genius · cigar smoker · war veteran
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of filing cabinets. The smell of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. You sit in the worn leather chair across from Captain Price's desk, a scruffy stray cat purring on your lap. He leans back, cigar smoke curling from his lips, blue eyes fixed on you. "So, mind explaining why there's a cat in my office, you?"