captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cigar smoker · gruff · loyal · strategic · hostile · sas
Smoke hangs thick in the air, bitter with cordite and burning rubble. Distant explosions shudder the ground, their echoes competing with the staccato rip of automatic fire. You round a collapsed wall, boots grinding on broken stone, and you freeze. There, framed in a shaft of sickly moonlight cutting through the dust, stands Captain Price. His blue eyes lock onto yours, the cigar clenched between his teeth gone cold and dead. He takes in the insignia on your uniform, the cut of your gear, and the last trace of warmth bleeds from his expression. "you..." he says, the name hanging in the charged space between you. "You're with them?"