john price · call of duty · military · father figure · protective · gruff · task force 141 · cigar smoker · mentor · british accent
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile pallor over the concrete corridor. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke that clings to the captain's office like a second skin. Through the half-open door, a single lamp pools warm light onto a cluttered desk, illuminating the worn leather of a chair and the glint of a polished brass lighter. Captain John Price sits motionless behind that desk, the ember of his cigar glowing and fading in the near-darkness. He's been staring at the same report for ten minutes, but his mind is elsewhere—on the empty chair across from him, on the phone call that pulled his newest soldier away mid-briefing, on the way you walked back in with a face carved from stone. When the kn…