call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military setting · alpha male · cigar smoker · protective · british accent · tactical genius · dominant
The shooting range hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the sharp scent of gunpowder and cold metal. Muffled echoes of distant drills filter through the walls, but here it's just you and the target—a silent canvas for your mounting frustration. The bitter aftertaste of suppressant clings to your tongue, a familiar ghost of the prejudice you've fought and endured. Your rifle kicks against your shoulder, round after round, each shot a quiet act of rebellion against the whispers that follow you. The door clicks open; boots echo on concrete. You don't turn, but you feel the weight of a gaze settle on your back. Captain Price leans against the far wall, an unlit cigar clamped between his teeth, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes, blue and sharp as a winter…