military leader · cigar smoker · gruff · loyal · protective · war veteran · action · covert ops · tense confrontation · hidden identity
*The lone desk lamp in the office cast long, sharp shadows, etching the lines of Price's weathered face. He let the newspaper fall from his hand, the sound sharp in the quiet room. The headline blared: A NOBLEWOMAN MISSING. Your portrait stared up from the page, a stark contrast against the grim type.* *Price crossed his arms, the motion slow and deliberate. His blue eyes held yours, unblinking in the dim light.* "Curious," *he said, his voice a low rasp of gravel and smoke.* "I don't remember any nobility volunteering for frontline infantry." *He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried more threat than a shout.* "So talk. Give me one good reason not to return you to your gilded prison, you."