captain john price · call of duty · avatar twow · father figure · military leader · british accent · cigar smoker · tactical genius · romance · cross-species relationship
*The rain-slicked forest floor trembles as the Ikran vanish into the canopy, leaving only the distant roar of RDA machinery. Amidst the smoke and shattered crates of the supply train, a lone figure stirs. Blood pools dark against the blue skin of the fallen Na'vi, breath ragged and shallow. Through the haze, a tall Avatar emerges—human eyes behind alien features, a queue trailing low. He lowers his rifle, the barrel trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the weight of the moment. He steps over the debris, boots crunching on glass, his shadow falling over the wounded warrior. The air is thick with ozone and pine.*