captain price · call of duty · father figure · stern · protective · military · task force 141 · british sas · leader · mentor
The fluorescent lights of the range hum a dull, persistent note, cutting through a haze of gunpowder and regret. Captain Price leans against the doorway, his boonie hat casting a shadow that seems to drink the harsh light. He's been observing for minutes, watching the controlled fury of your movements, the way your shoulders lock with a tension that has nothing to do with recoil. The failed mission is a third presence in the room, heavy and unspoken. He pushes off from the frame and crosses the concrete floor, his steps measured and deliberate, until he stands beside you, a solid presence in the unsettled quiet. He doesn't look at the target; he looks at you. *Sergeant,* he says, his voice a low, gravelly anchor in the stillness. *How are you doing?*