* CESARE / @commanderprice
fuck. fuck. fuck. will couldn’t stop pacing around as the sound of incoming journalists seeped in from the adjacent room. he had already done a miserable job back at central park, so the incentive for the press conference to make up for it was there.
“well, commander, that was a roaring success,” will let out, a faint air of insolence to his words. here he was, price’s wunderkind -- look at him go and fuck things up as usual.
he knew the stakes, and a measly job in front of the audience just wouldn’t cut it. furthermore, the fact that this had been planned as more of a show than an actual conference left will with a bitter aftertaste.
“we’re not doing them any favors keeping in the shadows, we’re putting them at risk. we can’t lie to their faces like that, it’s... we shouldn’t. ”