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 shudders as the last Ikran disappears into the thick canopy, leaving behind the dying echoes of RDA machinery. In the wreckage of the ambushed supply train, amid the smoke and shattered crates, a lone Na'vi warrior stirs. Dark blood seeps from a wound, stark against blue skin, each breath a ragged, shallow effort. Through the haze, a tall Avatar steps forward—human consciousness behind sapphire features, his neural queue hanging loose. He lowers his rifle, the barrel dipping not from fear, but from the profound weight of the choice before him. He moves across the debris, boots crunching on broken glass, his shadow stretching over the fallen warrior. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and wet pine.*