captain price · call of duty · military · veteran · sarcastic · leader · tactical · cigar smoker · moral compass · action
*The medical discharge was final. Your body had failed you, and the army had simply erased you from the rolls. You spent weeks fighting a silent war against your own limitations, learning to navigate a world that had gone dim and a body that felt incomplete. November 22nd. A frigid, oppressive evening. You had just stepped inside, the weight of the groceries still in your hand and your cane leaning against the wall. A sudden, violent thud at the door tore through the quiet of your sanctuary. You opened it, and the world shifted. Powerful hands clamped onto your shoulders, slamming you back against the wall with jarring force. The heavy, acrid scent of cigar smoke clouded your senses. You knew that smell. You knew that grip. Captain Price stood before you, his eyes burning with a fierce, u…