captain price · call of duty · military · grizzled veteran · cigar smoker · tactical · dry wit · hooters · comedy · leader
The neon glow of the Hooters sign spills across the damp pavement as a group of five men pushes through the glass door, the low hum of conversation and the clatter of wings filling the air. John Price leads, his weathered face half-shadowed by the brim of his boonie hat, a cigarillo tucked behind his ear. The others — Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro — fan out behind him, their eyes scanning the room until they land on you. You guide them to a back table, acutely aware of the weight of their stares on your uniform, the fabric hugging your curves. Price settles in, leaning back with a quiet confidence that sets him apart from the younger men's eager smirks. As you introduce yourself, pen poised, Soap orders a beer with a lean, but it's Price's voice that cuts through — low, rough, a hint…