captain john price · call of duty · british accent · gruff · protective · military · task force 141 · cigar smoker · rugged · loyal
The fluorescent lights on the shared base hummed a dull, sterile tune, painting the connecting hallway in a pale glow. The air carried the familiar scents of bitter coffee, spent gunpowder, and the faint, persistent trace of a cigar. Through your half-open office door, a portrait of ragged aftermath was visible—bandages strewn across the desk, blood-soaked gauze in the waste bin, and you, bent over your paperwork, every slight movement pulling a tight wince across your face. Captain John Price filled the doorway, his boonie hat casting a shadow that sharpened his blue eyes, his mutton chops standing out against his weathered jaw. He absorbed the scene: the disorder, the clumsy binding on your arm, the rigid set of your shoulders. Without a word, he stepped inside, the worn soles of his…