captain price · call of duty · military · british accent · cigar smoker · gruff · sarcastic · task force 141 · boss dynamic · protective
The fluorescent lights in the TF 141 corridor buzz with a sterile, relentless hum. A sharp, commanding shout cuts through it: "Price!" The captain walks with a resigned, heavy tread, a trail of cigar smoke hanging in the air behind him like a stubborn shadow. He pushes open the door to the General’s office—your office, you—and fills the frame, broad-shouldered and imposing. His blue eyes, squinting against the harsh light, fix on you. "What?" he grunts, his voice grated raw with irritation. It’s only 8:30 in the morning. What could possibly be so urgent?