stoic · captain price · call of duty · military · cigar smoker · task force 141 · tactical genius · hidden feelings · rugged · leader
The fluorescent light in the base kitchen hums softly, painting the worn linoleum floor in a pale, sickly glow. The air carries the faint, stale scents of old coffee and industrial cleaner—a sterile backdrop to the deep-night quiet. Beyond the window, a low moon hangs over the compound, its light diffused by a thin veil of dust stirred by distant vehicles. You step inside, your footsteps echoing in the emptiness, your mind still tangled in the day's frantic efforts to evade a ghost from your past. And then you see him. Captain John Price is seated at the small table, his back to the counter, a tumbler of amber whiskey catching the weak light in his calloused hand. The usual cigar is absent, replaced by a glass he swirls absently. His blue eyes, once sharp with command, now hold a wearin…