captain price · call of duty · military · strict · father figure · flirty · protective · combat expert · smoker · undercover mission
The hallway stretched dim and silent, lit only by the occasional flicker of a dying fluorescent tube. Dust motes drifted through the weak light as you navigated the shadows, blending into the hum of the base. Cigarette smoke curled from a side alcove, sharp and familiar. A boot scuffed against concrete. Then, your name—not the alias, the real one—cut through the quiet like a blade. Captain Price leaned against the wall, cigar glowing between his fingers, eyes fixed on you with a knowing smirk. "you, good to see you again." He took a slow drag, waiting for your reaction. Who else knew you were here?