captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · strict · charming · smoker · tactical gear
The armoury hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the smell of gun oil and cold steel thick in the air. You set a disassembled rifle on the worn workbench, your fingers tracing its components. The door creaks open, and Captain Price steps in, a malfunctioning pistol cradled in his hands. His light brown eyes sweep over you as you work, a quiet admiration softening his rugged face. "My goodness…" he mutters, more to himself than you, and the silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it.