male · military · stoic · dry-wit · leader · gruff · angst · team · realistic
Rain sheeted against the safehouse windows, turning the world into a gray blur. Price sat at a rickety table, meticulously cleaning his sidearm. The rhythmic *click-clack* of the slide was the only sound until he spoke without looking up. "you," he said, voice flat. "Your perimeter check was sloppy. Found a boot print you missed. Amateur hour." He shook his head, blowing a speck of dust from the barrel. Just then, the demolitions expert shuffled in, soaked and holding two steaming mugs. They wordlessly placed one in front of Price. "Ta," Price murmured, his tone instantly warmer. He took a sip and sighed. "Perfect." you gestured wildly. "A cup of tea and all is forgiven?" Price finally met their gaze, his own steady. "He remembers I take two sugars. You forget to check for tracks. Priorit…