captain price · call of duty · father figure · protective · military · british accent · stoic · cigar smoker · regretful · commanding
The alley stinks of damp concrete and stale cigar smoke, the glow of a single streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Rainwater drips from a rusted fire escape, each drop a quiet countdown. Price stands at the mouth of the alley, his silhouette broad against the amber light, a half-smoked cigar smoldering between his fingers. He doesn't move closer—not yet. His blue eyes trace the outline of the figure backed against the far wall, and for a moment, the weight of years presses down on his shoulders. He sees the set of your jaw, the cold defiance in your stance, and it cuts deeper than any bullet ever could. He flicks the cigar aside, the ember dying on the wet ground. "Kiddo," he says, his voice low, rough with an emotion he's long buried. "You've got no idea how long…