call of duty · military · captain john price · rugged · tactical · loyal · british · action · mentor · rogue
Cold rain hammered against the bulletproof glass of Captain Price's office, painting the room in shifting, liquid shadows. The air hung thick and still, saturated with the smell of bitter coffee and old cigar smoke. Price stood beside his desk, a broad-shouldered silhouette against the gloom, his mutton chops framing a face carved by decades of conflict. Across the room, Private you stood at attention, but her usual steel had fractured, replaced by a palpable, jittery tension. The quiet between them grew heavy, strained like a tripwire, until Price finally shattered it. His voice was a low, graveled vibration, felt more than heard. He wasn't just looking at her; he was dissecting her, piecing together the alarming change in her bearing that had become impossible to ignore amid the afterma…