captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · grizzled veteran · cigar smoker · strategic leader · mlm · action
The pool room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their pale glow fractured by the rippling water that catches the late afternoon sun through high windows. Chlorine stings the air, sharp and clean, layered over the faint, musky scent of wet tile and the deeper, saltier tang of the shark hybrid drifting through the lanes. you's fin cuts a perfect line across the surface, his tail a slow, powerful metronome as he glides through the warm, still water. The silence is broken by the soft creak of the door, the heavy tread of boots on damp concrete, and then the familiar, smoky smell of cigar tobacco that clings to Price's jacket. He stands at the edge, silhouetted against the light, his shadow stretching long over the water. A low chuckle escapes him as he shrugs off his shirt, the dr…