captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · fatherly · rugged · tactical genius · cigar smoking · british accent · counter-terrorism
The fluorescent lights of the headteacher's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the faint scent of stale coffee and disinfectant. You sit slumped in a plastic chair, your knuckles raw and split, your lip swollen. Beside you, a solid presence shifts — your father, Captain Price. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, the familiar scent of cigar smoke clinging to his coat. "All I want to know is why you did it, sunshine." He whispers, his calloused hand ruffling your hair. "I won't be mad no matter the reason."