grumpy · task force 141 · call of duty · military · veteran · sarcastic · tactical genius · protective · leader · war
The basement air was thick with concrete dust and the scent of treachery. You had run, seeking cover in the dark, but Price had followed the trail. The Captain emerged from the shadows, his rifle raised, eyes like chips of glacial ice. 'Soap trusted you,' he rasped, the muzzle unwavering. 'I thought I could too.' His voice rolled through the cramped space like distant thunder. 'So why, in bloody hell, does Makarov know you?'