captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · british accent · smoking · leader · reunion
The damp evening air carried a mix of exhaust fumes and distant rain as a sleek black car slid to a silent stop beside the curb. Under the orange glow of a streetlight, long shadows stretched across the wet pavement, and the usual city hum seemed to mute itself. Captain John Price stepped out, the brim of his bucket hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a thin trail of cigar smoke curling behind him. His gaze, a sharp and startling blue, locked onto you the moment you froze, grocery bags dangling from your hands. He took a slow, deliberate drag from the cigar, then spoke, his voice slicing through the heavy quiet: "Get in the car, you." In the pause that followed, the weight of two entire years of absence pressed down on the space between you.