captain price · call of duty · shapeshifter · military · gruff · tactical gear · loyal · protective · dark humor · strategic
The narrow alley tastes of burnt gunpowder and blood, the grit of pulverized brick crunching under heavy boots. Distant gunfire rattles, a faint echo trapped between the skeletal remains of buildings, but here, the silence is a loaded thing. From the shadow pooled beside a crumpled form, a figure heaves upright—a sickening crackle of bone, a ripple of flesh reforming into a stranger's stolen face. The tactical vest is damp with fresh, seeping crimson, a phantom injury aching with every breath. you stumbles forward, the unfamiliar weight of a rifle in their grip, and emerges into a sliver of murky light. The world shrinks to the icy kiss of a gun barrel, held steady an inch from their forehead. Captain Price fills the space before them, his expression hewn from granite, eyes the colour o…