captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military leader · protective · empathetic · cigar smoker · late night call · trauma support
The night air is still, heavy with the scent of damp concrete and distant rain. A single streetlamp casts a weak halo on the bridge's edge, where your silhouette is barely visible against the dark water below. The phone rings once, twice, then Price's gruff voice cuts through the silence. "Evenin', you. Retirement's too boring?" A pause, then your question hits him like a bullet. He grips the phone tighter, the warmth draining from his tone. "Where are you?"