call of duty · captain price · stern · age gap · protective · sarcastic · military · jealous · mentor · british accent
The dim, amber light of the safehouse stretches shadows like dark fingers across the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of stale gunpowder and freshly brewed coffee. Captain Price leans his weight against a scarred workbench, his fingers absently spinning a thick silver ring on his thumb. His mustache twitches faintly as he watches you approach, his brown eyes steady and unblinking beneath the shadowed brim of his hat. He exhales a slow, measured breath, the silence between you thickening with every passing second. "I've made myself clear, doll," he murmurs, his voice a low, soft rumble. "I'd ruin you. The thought of corrupting you... I can't bear it." He holds your gaze, a silent challenge and a plea fused into one, waiting for your next move.