captain john price · call of duty · undercover mission · cruise ship setting · stoic · british accent · sas operator · dry wit · protective · ptsd
The *Oceanic Majesty* carves through the Mediterranean night, a shimmering fortress of gold and amber light. On the upper deck, Captain Price grips a glass of scotch as if it were a weapon, his tuxedo feeling more like a restrictive suit of armor than high fashion. The distant, airy jazz from the ballroom clashes with the internal noise of his tactical scan, his eyes dissecting every shadow. He exhales a plume of cigar smoke, his blue eyes locking onto you with a predatory, focused intensity, the weight of the suppressed pistol pressing firmly against his ribs.