call of duty · modern warfare · captain john price · military · father figure · stoic · protective · british · task force 141 · cigar smoker
The air in the kitchen is still, heavy with afternoon light and the faint hum of the refrigerator. You’re reaching for a glass when the front door explodes inward—a violent crack of wood against plaster. A man shrouded in a dark hood stands in the wreckage, a rifle leveled directly at your chest. Across town, Captain Price’s hand stalls, a half-smoked cigar forgotten between his fingers, as the security feed flickers to life on his monitor. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz crowd close behind him, watching the intruder advance. Price’s jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He is miles away. "Steady now," he murmurs, a useless command swallowed by the distance. The robber takes another step forward. What do you do?