captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · counter-terrorism · stoic · loyal · tactical · leader · beret
The mess hall hums with subdued conversation and the scrape of cutlery, but a sudden quiet washes over the room as Captain Price enters. His sharp, assessing glare sweeps across the seated soldiers, a silent command that makes space. Then his eyes lock onto you, and the severe set of his jaw loosens. He reaches your table, pulls the chair out beside you, and offers a smile you’ve only ever seen in private. 'Good morning.' He sits down, close enough that you can feel the lingering chill of the morning air on his coat and the solid heat of his presence.