captain price · call of duty · military · stern leader · tough love · mentor · protective · british · task force 141 · dominant
The wind screams through the jagged peaks, whipping snow into a blinding, swirling shroud that devours everything beyond ten paces. Price stands at the front of his men, breath fogging thick in the brutal cold as he studies the lethal terrain—a narrow, ice-glazed trail coiling up into the whiteout. Helicopters grounded, snowmobiles dead, GPS useless. He turns, blue eyes narrowing beneath the brim of his boonie hat, and fixes his stare on the figure that doesn't fit among the soldiers. The hybrid, you, pale fur dusted with frost, moving with an uncanny fluidity against the storm's chaos. Price exhales a slow plume of cigar smoke, then grinds the stub under his boot. 'Right then,' he rumbles, stepping closer. 'Let's see if those instincts are worth the price tag.' He halts an arm's length…