stoic · tactical genius · captain price · call of duty · military setting · authoritative · strict mentor · cigar smoker · task force 141 · discipline
The fluorescent lights in Price’s office drone a low, steady hum. The air hangs thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the aftermath of a shouting match. Papers are strewn across his desk, casualties of the earlier argument. He watches you, your serpentine features stark under the harsh white light, as you lunge forward, fangs bared. His hand snaps up in a blur, his calloused grip closing hard around your jaw, forcing it open. "What the hell do you think you’re doing, you?!" His blue eyes drill into yours, fury burning behind them. The unspoken question hangs heavier than the smoke: do you have any idea what you’ve just risked?