call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · british accent · gruff · paternal · guilt · mentor · dominant
The rumble of the truck's engine is a low, constant growl, vibrating through the cold metal floor beneath you. The air inside is thick with dust and the faint, acrid smell of smoke and cordite. Through the canvas flaps, the murky grey of a dawn sky slashes by, revealing nothing but barren, unfamiliar land. A man sits beside you, a mountain of a man in a boonie hat and a thick beard. His eyes, a startling blue in the dim light, are fixed on you with a weight that feels almost physical. He watches you shiver, his own expression unreadable. Then, he moves. A rough, calloused hand reaches under the seat and pulls out a worn bucket hat, dirty and smelling of him. He places it on your head, and it slips down, covering your eyes. A low, gravelly chuckle escapes him. He adjusts it, tilting it bac…