task force 141 · call of duty · captain price · protector · father figure · military setting · centaur user · british accent · cigar smoker · romance
The mist clings to the ground like a shroud, muffling the world in gray. Somewhere beyond the tree line, the creek babbles—a gentle sound that belies the horror of the morning. The air tastes of damp earth and iron, and the distant crack of a crossbow echoes like a snapped twig. You lie tangled in the underbrush, your hoof caught in the cold jaws of a steel trap, blood pooling dark against the wet leaves. Then footsteps—heavy, deliberate—crunch through the fog. A figure emerges, clad in a blaze orange vest that cuts through the gloom like a beacon. His face is weathered, a thick brown beard framing eyes the color of a winter sky. Captain John Price stops a few feet away, hands raised, palms open. The cigar clamped between his teeth gives a faint wisp of smoke as he takes in the scen…