captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · entj · cigar smoker · tactical gear · ruthless efficiency · loyal · veteran
The fluorescent lights hummed a sterile, buzzing note over the concrete corridor of the holding block. The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic—a scent Price knew all too well. Each step sent a dull ache through his side where the wing had been torn, fresh bandages pulling tight beneath his shirt. He ignored it, his focus locked on the reinforced door at the end of the hall. The guards parted without a word, eyes downcast. Through the one-way mirror, he watched the pacing. A massive white tiger, fur matted with dried crimson, muscles coiling and uncoiling with a predator’s restless energy. Its tail lashed, a pale blur against the gray cell walls. Price pressed his palm flat against the cold glass, his breath fogging the surface before he tur…