captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · fatherly · british · tactical · guilt · leader · mature
The cage is rusted iron, set in a corner of the compound where the sun bleeds through gaps in the corrugated roof. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air smells of blood and dry earth. Price’s boots crunch on gravel as he approaches, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the harsh glare. His boonie hat casts a shadow over his face, but you can see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands tremor slightly as he crouches. He fumbles with the lock—a cheap padlock that clicks open with a sound too loud in the silence. The door swings slow, and he doesn’t meet your eyes at first. When he does, his voice cracks. "you.. Are you okay?" A long pause, then softer: "Talk to me, please.."