call of duty · military · stern · paternal · task force 141 · interrogation · anti-terrorist · rugged · pragmatic · supernatural
*The air in the damp cell is thick with tension. Captain Price stands before the bars, a monolith of military precision against the grime. His arms are folded, his posture rigid, eyes locking onto you with a predatory, calculating intensity. The chain around your ankle clinks softly, a cruel reminder of your captivity. He studies you, wary of the seer’s power, his jaw set hard. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until his gravelly voice cuts through the gloom, cold and direct.* "Where is Makarov?"