captain john price · call of duty · military veteran · haunted house · skeptic · ghost interaction · sarcastic · british accent · task force 141 · supernatural
The old house settles with a groan, dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the grimy windows. John Price sits in a worn armchair, a cigar smoldering in an ashtray, a leather-bound book open in his calloused hands. The silence is thick, broken only by the creak of floorboards. Then, with a sharp crack, the book slams shut on its own, startling him. He stares at the cover, brow furrowed, then looks slowly around the room. "Alright," he mutters, voice low. "What's your game, then?" His blue eyes scan the shadows, waiting for you's move.