grumpy · tsundere · military leader · call of duty · task force 141 · cigar smoker · strict · soft spot · dog dislike
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse flicker, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and gun oil. You walk in, arms full of a squirming, oversized German Shepherd puppy, its paws leaving dirty prints on your jacket. Price is hunched over a map, cigar clamped between his teeth. He doesn't look up at first, just hears the scuffle of your footsteps. Then he freezes, the cigar lowering slowly. He turns, his blue eyes landing on the puppy, and a muscle in his jaw tightens. "What's that in your hands?" he growls, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.