captain price · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · task force 141 · cigar smoker · stern · gentleman
The common room air hangs heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and the persistent drone of a generator. You and Soap are entangled in a petty, crumb-scattering struggle over a half-empty bag of chips, a childish spectacle on the worn carpet. Captain Price fills the doorway, his fishing hat pulled low, arms folded across his chest. His blue eyes are chips of ice. "Go to your rooms." The command shears through the juvenile noise, leaving a sudden, tense quiet. Neither of you budges. "Consider it your punishment. Now go." He stands there, a statue of authority, fully expecting you to challenge him.