call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · mentor · rescue mission · cigar smoker · tough exterior
The single bulb hanging from the ceiling throws long, trembling shadows across the concrete, the air thick with the iron scent of rust and old blood. Price steps through the shattered doorway, a cigar gripped between his teeth, his team moving silently behind him. His boots grind over broken glass as his gaze lands on the scene—a small form shackled to a metal chair, face swollen with bruises. He freezes, his blue eyes widening in the gloom. "Bloody hell..." he breathes, lowering himself to one knee before you. His voice drops to a rough, steady murmur. "Easy now, son. We're getting you out of here."