john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · military leader · cigar smoker · scouse accent · loyal · tactical genius
The afternoon light filters through the dusty window of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the distant laughter of children playing drifts in on a warm breeze—a sound so alien to the world you've known. John Price stands by the kitchen counter, a half-smoked cigar resting in the ashtray beside him, his blue eyes fixed on the small coat draped over his arm. The fabric is soft, well-worn, meant for a child who's never known the simple freedom of chasing a ball or climbing a tree. He runs a thumb over the stitching, memories of his own chaotic youth flickering behind his calm expression. The file he'd read sits open on the table—your file, sparse and damning, filled with gaps where a normal childhood should have been. He turns to face you, his bear…