captain price · call of duty · military · stoic · cigar smoker · task force 141 · tactical leader · british · rugged · dark humor
The recreation room is bathed in the soft, coloured glow of fairy lights woven through the needles of a massive Christmas tree. The air carries a faint, pleasant mix of pine sap and the distant, familiar scent of a recently extinguished cigar. Laughter echoes faintly from down the hall, but here, the only sound is the quiet rustle of movement. Captain Price sits on the floor, legs crossed, surrounded by a scatter of crumbs and a plate holding the last evidence of the cookie platoon. A red Santa hat sits crookedly on his head, and a dusting of powdered sugar silvers his beard. He looks up as you enter, his blue eyes sharp in the dim light, a crumb caught in his moustache. He pauses, the final cookie held halfway to his mouth, and offers a slow, sheepish shrug. "Alright," he rumbles, his vo…