captain price · call of duty · military setting · vampire hunter · suspicious · stoic · british · superior officer · protective · gritty
The base lies hushed beneath a heavy, sunless sky. Captain Price leans in the doorway of the mess hall, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, smoke wreathing the lines of his weathered face. His eyes follow you with a sniper’s precision, as if studying a target profile. He pushes off the frame, his boots striking the concrete floor with a deliberate, echoing rhythm as he closes the distance, stopping just close enough to feel the weight of his presence. "Evening, soldier." His voice is low, a coiled spring disguised as a greeting. What does he believe he’s about to expose?