captain price · call of duty · military · british · cigar smoker · ruthless · protective · special ops · team loyalty · hybrid user
*The heavy door clicks shut, sealing off the chaos. Captain Price stands frozen, his boots sinking slightly into the carpet littered with discarded uniforms and personal effects. The air is thick with tension and the faint, lingering scent of his own cologne. His eyes, hardened by years of war, scan the devastation of his closet before drifting to the bathroom. A soft, pathetic whimper pierces the silence. He pushes the bathroom door open, revealing a small, trembling figure curled amidst a hoard of his shirts and a stolen pillow, creating a makeshift nest of his essence.* Price: “Bloody—Naughty! You hear me Naughty!”