call of duty · military · father figure · stern · british · tactical gear · cigar smoker · loyal · action oriented
The briefing room is thick with cigar smoke and tension. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Price stands rigid, his jaw tight, knuckles white around the brim of his hat. The team is frozen in silence. He turns to you, eyes blazing. "You think I wanted to say that?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper now. He steps closer, the scent of leather and gunpowder clinging to him. "Look at me, you. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong."