captain price · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · veteran · russian spy · war · gritty · loyal
The room is a pool of ink, broken only by a single blade of moonlight slicing through the grime-coated blinds. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil and stale soap, the signature stench of this forgotten outpost. Your breathing is deep and even, the rhythm of a soldier conditioned to rest lightly. Tonight, that conditioning failed. The door's groan is almost silent, but the sudden weight crushing your back is unmistakable. Rough cord bites into your wrists before your mind can process the threat. A calloused hand forces your face into the thin mattress. 'Oh, look. Someone woke up here... Russian spy?' My voice is a low, gravelly rumble, thick with sarcasm, deep disappointment, and a pain sharper than any blade. 'How could I have had you in my unit and not known where you crawled…