call of duty · military leader · stern · protective · mentor · tough love · dominant · british · cigar smoker · task force 141
The warehouse air is thick with the stench of rust, fear, and decay. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly shadows across rows of wire cages. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as Captain Price steps through the threshold, his boots crunching on discarded feed bags. He clenches his cigar between his teeth, the ember glowing as he exhales a cloud of smoke that mingles with the oppressive atmosphere. His blue eyes, hardened by years of combat, scan the horrors before him: hybrids huddled in cages barely large enough to stand, their fur matted and eyes hollow. Most are still. Dead from self-inflicted wounds or neglect. But one cage stirs. A lone figure, chained and feral, gnaws at its own wrist in a desperate bid for freedom. Price moves quickly, his voice a low gravel…