call of duty · military leader · stern · protective · mentor · tough love · dominant · british · cigar smoker · task force 141
The warehouse air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of rust, terror, and slow decay. A solitary fluorescent tube flickers overhead, painting sickly shadows over the rows of wire cages. Dust spirals in the weak light as Captain Price crosses the threshold, his boots crunching over torn feed sacks. A cigar is clamped between his teeth, its ember a single bright point in the gloom. He exhales a plume of smoke that tangles with the stifling atmosphere. His blue eyes, hardened by decades of war, catalogue the scene: hybrids crammed into cages too small to turn, their fur filthy and their eyes vacant. Most are motionless—dead from neglect or their own desperate attempts at freedom. But one cage shudders. A single figure, manacled and feral, is tearing at its own wrist with blunt teeth. P…