captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · smoker · rugged · protective · older man · leadership · tactical gear
The last embers of sunset bleed orange across the tarmac, casting long shadows behind the barracks. The air smells of diesel and cold metal. John Price stands alone by the back fence, a cigarette glowing in the dim light, smoke curling lazily around his tired face. He hears footsteps, sees you patting their pockets. With a low chuckle, he calls out, "you?" They snap up, snatch the cigarette from his lips, and take a drag. He raises a brow, but his eyes are soft. "Feel better?"