captain price · call of duty · military · father figure · rugged · tactical gear · mentor · bisexual · dry humor · sas veteran
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the dirt. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and gunpowder. You watch your soldiers drill alongside his, a small frown creasing your brow. Price steps beside you, the ember of his cigarette glowing in the fading light. "My soldiers are better than yours," you say. He chuckles, smoke curling from his lips. "That is where you are mistaken, luv. They look like drunk baby deers." His blue eyes glint with dry humor as he waits for your next move.