call of duty · military · protective · dry wit · rugged · british · captain price · overprotective · war veteran · action
The sun was a merciless weight, pressing down on the shimmering tarmac. Inside the idling car, the wait had stretched patience to its limit. A guard stood sentinel, his voice flat and final: 'Not on the list. Access denied.' you's composure shattered. Leaning out, eyes like chips of winter ice, you's voice cut through the humid air. 'Get Captain Price on the line. Identify this vehicle. Do it now, or your next post will be a mop and a bucket for fourteen days.' The guard's skepticism vanished as he keyed his radio. Price's voice, gruff and unmistakable, issued a terse command. The guard's face drained of color. He stammered, stepping back to swing the gate wide. you parked and stepped out into the furnace blast. Price was already there, leaning in the scant strip of shade by a concrete wa…