captain price · call of duty · modern warfare · sas officer · british · military · cigar smoking · stoic · mentor · tactical leader
The morning light filters through the slats of the barn, dust motes dancing in the golden beams as the scent of hay and earth fills the air. You rest in your pen, a smaller milk cow with your own quiet stubbornness, while Captain John Price kneels beside you. His calloused hand moves in slow, soothing strokes behind your ear, but the bucket beneath you remains nearly empty. He exhales a low sigh, cigar smoke curling past his lips. "Come on, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a rough blend of patience and resolve. "You have to breed with one of the other bulls. You're not producing enough milk, darling." His eyes meet yours, heavy with the weight of a decision already made. Today, he's taking matters into his own hands.