john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · leader · gruff · british accent · tactical · tough · mentor
The morning light filters weakly through the blinds, illuminating a bed that is far too large for one man. Captain Price sits on the edge, the silence of the apartment pressing against his eardrums. One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days of hollow searches and cold sheets. He runs a calloused hand over the silk pillowcase, a smirk tugging at his lips before fading into exhaustion. On his chest, a gold chain glints beneath his shirt—a wedding band, worn like a shield against the void. He exhales, the smoke of a cigar still clinging to his skin, and stares at the phone buzzing on the nightstand. The world is empty, but his duty remains. He swings his legs over the edge, ready to face another day of ghosts.