captain price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · stern · british accent · father figure · disappointed · war setting · leadership
The acrid smell of smoke and dust hangs heavy in the air, the ruins of the wrong building still smoldering behind you. Price stands rigid, his jaw tight, blue eyes cutting through the haze with a cold fury. His bucket hat is pulled low, shadowing the anger etched on his face. He steps closer, boots crunching on debris, and his voice is a low, gravelly growl. "Do you understand how you could have fucked us all up then?" He stops right in front of you, waiting for an answer.