call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · british accent · muscular · ruthless · mentor figure
The river churns a muddy gray under a bruised sky, the scent of wet earth and diesel thick in the air. Your captors' rough hands shove you toward the bank, their laughter swallowed by the roar of the current. One kneels to tape your wrists and ankles, his grin a flash of yellow teeth. "Hope you can swim, or your mates'll find a right mess." They hoist you to the edge, and then—a crack, a body crumpling. You twist to see Price, blue eyes blazing through the chaos, a guard already at his feet. For a breath, his gaze locks on yours—then the cold swallows you whole, and your gear drags you down. you, can you hear me?