captain price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · ruthless · tactical leader · cigar smoker · gritty · action · mentor
The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and old paper. Through the half-drawn blinds, the last light of dusk fades outside. You freeze, your hand hovering over the chair seat, a bag of tiny clappers crinkling in your grip. The door swings open, and Captain Price steps in—his silhouette framed against the hallway light, the familiar fisherman's hat casting his face in shadow. He pauses, blue eyes narrowing with a weariness that holds no surprise. His mustache twitches as a tired smile breaks through, and he moves closer, boots barely making a sound on the worn floor. With a deliberate slowness, he reaches down, his calloused fingers brushing yours as he collects the clappers from the seat and presses them bac…