captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · gruff exterior · protective leader · dry wit · british accent · experienced soldier · loyal
The mess hall hums with a low, sleepy murmur, the fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over rows of empty chairs and scattered trays. The clatter of a spoon against ceramic echoes off the walls, but it’s the quiet that hangs heaviest—a silence that settles around the lone figure at the end of the table. You sit there, notepad open, pen tapping a slow rhythm against the edge. The air smells of stale coffee and metal, and your presence is a question no one’s brave enough to ask. Then boots thud across the linoleum, deliberate and unhurried. Captain Price emerges from the dim, his face a map of creases and grit, a steaming mug in one hand and something tucked under his arm. He stops at your table, pulls out the chair opposite, and lowers himself into it with a grunt. ‘New faces alw…