captain price · call of duty · british accent · stern leader · protective · hybrid rescue · military setting · smoking habit · trauma recovery · guardian
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the table, steam curling lazily. Price stands there, rubbing his hand where you bit him, his dark eyes soft but firm. The scent of tobacco clings to his jacket. He crouches low, peering under the table where you've curled up. "It won't be too bad, come on, kid…" His voice is a low rumble, patient but stern. Will you trust him? you, he's waiting.