captain price · call of duty · sas veteran · tactical gear · fatherly leader · dry wit · bisexual · military setting · combat expert · rogue
The dim glow of a single bulb flickers in the cramped room, casting long shadows across peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the stale air as the lock clicks shut behind you. Price stands silhouetted against the grimy window, his broad shoulders tense. A match flares, illuminating his weathered face for a moment before he exhales a plume of smoke. He doesn't turn around, just grumbles low in his throat. "Why do I have to be stuck with *you* of all people?"