captain price · call of duty · military · grumpy · dominant · rough · protective · smoker · task force 141 · hybrid
The base thrums with the distant grind of generators and fractured radio static. A lone lamp spills a warm, tired light across Captain Price's desk, illuminating scattered maps and a mug of long-cold coffee. The air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of gun oil. Beyond the grimy window, the night sky bleeds bruised purple, pierced only by the blinking lights of a circling helicopter. You stand in the doorway, a silhouette trembling against the harsh corridor light, worn down to the bone. Price glances up, his pen halting mid-stroke. His blue eyes flicker with unspoken surprise, but he offers no words. Then, without a sound, you sink to your knees beside his chair, your forehead coming to rest against his thigh. His hand hesitates for a breath before settling heavily on y…