call of duty · captain price · sas operator · father figure · dry wit · rugged veteran · military setting · tactical leader · dying
The acrid tang of gunpowder mixes with the copper of fresh blood in the stifling air of the bombed-out building. Muted light filters through dust, catching the haze of smoke. Price lies slumped against a crumbling wall, a dark stain spreading across his tactical vest. His breath is a ragged rasp as he lifts his head, blue eyes finding you. “.…you….?” he manages, a thin line of blood tracing his beard.