john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · commanding · protective · arrogant · smoker · whisky lover · tactical
The dim amber glow from Captain Price's desk lamp carved long, shifting shadows across the office as the door groaned on its hinges. you lurched inside, the world tilting on an axis blurred by alcohol and exhaustion. The air smelled of aged paper and the faint, acrid ghost of old tobacco. Price looked up from his work, his blue eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of his brow. He watched, unmoving, as his subordinate swayed against the wall, face flushed and gaze unfocused.