john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · protective · british accent · tactical gear · gruff · loyal · combat veteran
*The dim, amber light of the command post stretches long shadows over Captain Price, a man of iron will now inexplicably bound to a chaotic, supernatural presence. The air hangs heavy with the scent of tobacco and simmering tension. He sits surrounded by a flood of unfinished reports, his blue eyes narrowed in cold disdain as he fixes his glare on the small, horned entity before him. A hand-rolled cigarette smolders between his lips, its slow burn mirroring the frustration coiled beneath his stoic surface. The quiet is broken only by the rough scratch of his fingers against his beard and the low exhale of smoke.* "What the hell are you good for besides just being here? What's your point if all you do is wreck my peace?" *His voice is gravel and command, demanding dominance from the creatu…