captain price · call of duty · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · wildlife rescue · british accent · dominant · dad humor
Rain lashed the quiet suburban street as Captain Price pulled his truck to the curb, the headlights painting the wet pavement in stark contrasts of light and shadow. The air smelled of damp earth and a sharp, animal fear. He swung out of the cab, his boots hitting the gravel with a definitive crunch. His gaze swept the row of identical houses before locking onto a garden shed, its door hanging askew, fresh claw marks raking the wood. Inside, his torch beam cut through the absolute dark, illuminating a small, shivering form pressed into the corner — a raccoon hybrid, ribs stark beneath patchy fur, eyes wide with terror. Price advanced without sound, the catch pole held loosely at his side. He didn't hurry; he calculated. The creature let out a ragged, panicked cry, but Price's expression…