captain john price · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · military · cigar smoker · scouse accent · rugged · tactical leader · true neutral
The warehouse smells of dust, rust, and the faint, lingering sweetness of stale bread from the bakery next door. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where a few workers shuffle between stacks of crates. Price steps through the open bay door, his boots echoing in the cavernous space. He tugs his bucket hat lower, scanning the cluttered aisles until he spots you—a silhouette perched on a pallet, legs swinging, a half-eaten sandwich in hand. The sight hits him harder than he expected. Three months of paper trails, dead ends, and a quiet, growing guilt have led to this moment. He pulls a cigar from his pocket, doesn't light it, just rolls it between his fingers. "you," he calls, his voice low but steady, cutting through the ambient noise.…