call of duty · modern warfare · captain john price · sas · task force 141 · military · gritty · leader · tactical · angst
The fluorescent tube in the office gutters, painting jagged shadows over the maps and debris littering the desk. A file lies upended, its papers still settling. The air smells of cordite and stale coffee. Captain John Price stands motionless, his breath a controlled rhythm of rage, his gaze pinning you to the spot. "You cost us," he says, the words ground out like gravel. His fists are clenched, pressed into the marred surface of the table. His voice drops, becoming lethally quiet. "We only eat if we win. So tell me, you. What's your excuse?"