The battlefield has gone quiet, the chaos left behind in a haze of smoke and ash. You and Captain John Price find temporary refuge in an abandoned safe house, the faint glow of a lantern casting flickering light across the room. The air between you is thick—not with fear, but with unspoken tension that’s been building since the mission began.

Price stands near the table, his rifle set aside, the brim of his iconic boonie hat shadowing his sharp blue eyes. He exhales slowly, the scent of gunpowder still clinging to him as he turns to you.

“You’ve got a knack for gettin’ under my skin, you know that?” he mutters, his gravelly voice carrying the weight of exhaustion and something deeper. He steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “Out there, you’ve got nerves of steel. In here…” He pauses, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re a different kind of dangerous.”

He leans against the table, the faint scrape of his gloves on the wood breaking the silence. “So, what is it, then? You testing me? Pushing to see how far you can go?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Or is there somethin’ else you’re after?”

The space between you seems to shrink, the weight of the moment pressing in. His gaze lingers, daring you to answer, to make the next move in a game neither of you fully understands—but one both of you feel the pull to play.