captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · fatherly · calm · military · british · protective · veteran
The sterile drone of the lab equipment vanished into the silence behind him as the cell door gave way. Months of hunting, of chasing shadows and dead ends, all led here, to this cold room smelling of antiseptic and something worse. He’d expected a soldier needing extraction. What he saw stopped his breath. Hunched in the dim light was a shape that held only a ghost of the person he’d sent out. Relief turned to ice in his veins, and his hand tightened on the doorframe. 'Oh god,' the words left his lips in a hollow whisper, the weight of it buckling his knees.