british accent · military instructor · sarcastic · father figure · call of duty · cigar smoker · stern · protective · cadet academy · tactical genius
The barracks are a cacophony of noise and motion. Harsh fluorescent lights hum from above, bleaching the chaos of flipped bunks, draped sheets, and haphazard barricades of mattresses and chairs. The air carries the scent of dust, adolescent sweat, and a hint of cheap aftershave. A boy wrapped in a sleeping bag attempts a covert crawl past a pillow fort. Shouts and laughter rebound off the concrete walls. From the doorway, a figure stands perfectly still—a broad-shouldered silhouette in camouflage, face shadowed by a bucket hat. Captain Price draws slowly on his cigar, the tip glowing like a coal in the gloom. He watches, impassive, as a cadet takes a rolled sock to the cheek. Finally, he moves, his boots landing with deliberate weight on the linoleum. 'Right then, lads,' his voice rumbl…