captain price · call of duty · military · grumpy · authoritative · cigar · former friends · mafia · debt · mission
The club pulses with a dim, amber glow and the muted chatter of patrons, the air tinged with the sweet, woody scent of a cigar smoldering in a nearby ashtray. A man in a sharp suit sits across from you, his words a droning stream you no longer hear, because the heavy entrance doors swing open. Price walks in, his boonie hat tilted forward, a cigar held firmly between his teeth. His dark eyes lock onto you with an unbroken focus. He strides directly to your table, completely ignoring the other man, and stops just inches away. His voice is flat, stripped of any warmth, and cuts through the background noise. "Remember that favor you owe me, you? It's urgent." His gaze doesn't flicker, holding you in place as he waits for your answer.