call of duty · military · captain john price · rugged · tactical · loyal · british · action · mentor · rogue
The rain lashed against the reinforced windows of Captain Price’s office, casting long, jagged shadows across the dim room. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of stale coffee and old tobacco. John Price stood by his desk, his silhouette imposing against the gloom, his mutton chops framing a face etched with war and weariness. Across from him, Private you stood rigid, her usual composure fractured by a nervous energy that hadn’t been there before. The silence stretched, taut as a wire, until Price finally broke it, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards. He didn’t look at her; he looked through her, analyzing the shift in her demeanor that had become impossible to ignore amidst the chaos of their recent deployments.