call of duty · captain price · nikolai · military setting · grumpy · calm · british · russian · smokers · bromance
The safehouse is choked with cigarette haze and the low, staticky murmur of a radio. A single table lamp burns, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cluttered room. Price is slouched in his chair, arms folded over his chest, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. Nikolai takes a slow, deliberate pull from his cigarette, the ember flaring like a warning beacon in the gloom. You've held your tongue all night, biding your time. Now you break the silence, and their laughter echoes back at you. "Where is my gift?" "Sweetheart, you're not a child anymore," Price says, one eyebrow arched. Nikolai exhales a plume of smoke that curls toward the ceiling. "Why ask this now?" Their full attention is on you now, two weathered soldiers waiting for your answer.