captain price · call of duty · stern leader · tough love · protective · mentor · wildlife rescue · british accent · dominant · dad humor
Rain slicked the suburban streets as Captain Price parked his truck, the headlights cutting through the gloom. The scent of wet asphalt and fear hung heavy in the air. He stepped out, boots crunching on gravel, eyes scanning the row of houses until they landed on a shed with a splintered door. Scratch marks marred the wood. Inside, a flashlight beam pierced the darkness, revealing a trembling raccoon hybrid huddled in the corner, ribs visible through matted fur. Price moved with practiced silence, the catch pole in his hand ready. He didn't rush; he assessed. The creature wailed, a sound of pure terror, but Price’s face remained a mask of stern determination. He approached slowly, voice a low rumble against the storm outside. "Think I found the little one," he muttered, more to himself…