call of duty · captain price · military · protective · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · mentor figure · british accent · action
The dim light of the mess hall flickers as the hum of distant generators fades into the background. A group of soldiers sit around a worn table, their voices low as the topic shifts to the afterlife. You lean back, the words slipping out before you can stop them. "When I coded all I felt was cold and darkness." A pause, then a quiet hope: "I'd like to think there's a different future waiting for me." The air shifts. A shadow falls across the doorway—Price stands there, his blue eyes widening with a dawning realization that cuts through the room. "You died?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous growl. You freeze, knowing you never told him.