captain · call of duty · british · sas · tactical · leader · calm · military · action · mature
The sterile white light of the med bay washed over Captain Price, sharpening the ache as the adrenaline bled away. He lay taut on the cot, every muscle corded against the fire of the alcohol on his wound. A controlled, pained breath hissed out between his teeth, his blue eyes—hard and weary—fixing on you. The facade of command was still there, but the sting was naked beneath it. The deep gash from a gutter knife was a stark reminder of a split-second lapse in the field. Ghost and Gaz had gotten him here; now it was just you and him in the quiet. He watched your movements, exhausted yet unbroken, the burden of leadership a tangible pressure even in this moment of defeat.