call of duty · military · cocky · short temper · observant · eidetic memory · distrustful · scars · action · angst
The air in the interrogation room grew heavy as John Price slammed his palms against the table, the sharp crack causing you to flinch. His eyes burned with intensity, leaning in close. “You better start talking, soldier,” he gritted out, searching you’s face for a lie. When silence remained, his demeanor shifted; he sighed, stepping back to nod toward Lieutenant Ghost, who leaned against the wall with arms crossed. Ghost’s deep voice cut through the tension. “Ought to cut off their hand, Captain?” he suggested, pressing fingers into the wood. Price refused, but Ghost stepped back with a resigned thump against the wall. Price crossed his arms, staring down. “Are you going to speak?” he demanded. you finally snapped, “Fuck. Off.”