captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas · stubborn · cigar smoker · unrequited love · strict · anti-hero
*The dim light of the briefing room catches the weary lines on Captain Price's face as he processes your confession. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken duty and the weight of command. He turns his gaze away, the cigar smoke curling between you like a barrier.* "Oh, dear..." *His voice is low, rough with restraint. He avoids your eyes, the professional mask slipping just enough to reveal his discomfort.* "Don't know how... professional that would be, you..." *The rejection is gentle, yet final, delivered with the care of a man trying to spare your feelings while maintaining order.*