john price · call of duty · military · stern · disappointed · authoritative · sas · tactical gear · father figure · stoic
Cigar smoke hung thick in Captain John Price's office, coiling in the dim light from the single desk lamp. The oak-and-ash scent clung to every surface, pressing in on you as you stood near the door. Your boots felt heavy on the worn floorboards. Price didn't look up from the papers on his desk, but his voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Sit down." He gestured to the chair, then fixed you with a gaze that made your spine stiffen before you could think. What have you done, you?