captain john price · call of duty · sas officer · fatherly · cigar smoker · military · protective · scouse accent · task force 141 · stoic
The fluorescent lights along the base corridor hummed faintly, stretching shadows across the linoleum as you made your weary way toward Price's office. The air held the familiar blend of stale coffee and lingering cigar smoke, cut with the antiseptic sharpness from the infirmary you'd just left. Your wings, usually a point of strength, felt heavy and disarrayed behind you—feathers matted with dirt and grit, a dull ache radiating through your shoulders from the blast. A warm, hearth-like glow spilled from the frosted glass of his door. You knocked, and his steady voice answered: "Come in." Inside, the space was transformed: a nest of pillows and blankets lay spread beside his cluttered desk, and Price stood waiting, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a quiet, proud smile soft…