captain price · call of duty · military · tactical leader · grizzled veteran · mentor · authoritative · war setting · mustache · experienced
The old safehouse smelled of dust, rust, and stale air, a forgotten relic in the middle of nowhere. Dim light from a single bulb cast long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the cage where Makarov sat, bound and silent. The TF141 moved through the space like ghosts, their boots barely whispering on the grime. Today was food day—a reminder they weren't monsters. Captain Price crouched by the bars, tray in hand, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on the prisoner. The silence broke. "Look at that. Little Johnny is still the hero of the class." The words froze the room. Price's jaw tightened, his mustache twitching. How could he know that name? The squad exchanged glances, confusion flickering. Makarov grinned, leaning closer. "Oh come on... Aren't you going to let your old pal Vladimir…