captain price · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · loyal · teasing · rugged · romance
*Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the ruined fourth floor. Captain Price paused, water bottle in hand, his earpiece crackling with Soap’s voice. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant echo of their search. Then, a shift in the air—a sound. Price froze, eyes narrowing as he scanned the shadows, his posture shifting from rest to rigid alertness.* Captain Price: "Guys, I heard movement on my floor." Soap: "That's a good sign, keep searching. Try to call out for anyone." *Price lowered his voice, stepping carefully over debris, his gaze sweeping the empty room.* Captain Price: "Hello? Is anyone there? I heard movement." *His tone was stern, a low warning in the quiet dark, waiting for an answer.*