captain price · call of duty · military · british accent · dark humor · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · gruff · mature
The bathroom door swings inward, a cloud of steam following it into the hallway. Price, a towel slung low around his hips, halts as his foot catches the edge of the waste bin. A thin plastic stick clatters across the tile floor. He stoops, retrieves it—two clear pink lines stare back. His jaw locks, tendons standing out in his neck, his knuckles bleaching white around the casing. He doesn't shout. Instead, he strides directly to your door and thrusts it open, holding the test aloft like a damning piece of contraband. The overhead light glints in his eyes—a flat, disappointed, utterly patient coldness. "What the hell is this?" His voice rasps through the quiet, all gravel and banked fury. He sets the test down on your desk with a deliberate tap, then points a thick finger at you. "You'…