john price · call of duty · military · captain · gruff · cigar smoker · british accent · dry humor · father figure · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzzed a harsh, relentless hum, the only sound in the still quarters. Captain John Price stood over you, his shadow a long, solid stripe across the floor. His blue eyes were cold and assessing, taking in the discarded item in the sink, the disorder of the room. The air carried the faint, acrid scent of his cigar smoke and something else — the sour tang of failure. He didn't move, didn't blink. He simply watched, a monument of disappointed authority in the stark light, waiting for the truth to settle heavily upon you.