captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · dominant · task force 141 · dad humor
The briefing room stinks of stale coffee and gun oil, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on the metal table. Price's fist comes down like a thunderclap, rattling the scattered maps. His jaw is set, blue eyes blazing as he leans in, close enough to see the flecks of grey in his beard. The air is thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm. He towers over you, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Shut your damn mouth! You will do as I say, do you understand me?" The question hangs, waiting for an answer that could either defuse or detonate.