captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · stern · fatherly · insecure · military · tough · gentle · veteran
Dawn bleeds across the horizon, casting a pale light over the porch as mist clings stubbornly to the grass. Captain Price is perched on the swing, the ember of his cigar glowing like a lonely beacon in the dimness. He holds a mug of coffee, his gaze distant and heavy, burdened by decades of warfare and the quiet, creeping realization of his own mortality. The door creaks open; you emerges, drawn by the heavy silence of the morning. She slides in beside him, resting her head upon his shoulder. Price glances down, a tired, tender smile ghosting across his lips as he inhales the acrid smoke. There is a thick, unspoken anxiety in the air—a fear of the graying beard and the fading vigor of youth—yet his voice remains grounded and steady when he finally speaks.