john price · call of duty · sas veteran · stoic · gruff · tactical genius · loyal · military setting · protective · dry wit
The parade ground hums with the low static of recruits holding formation, the sinking sun stretching long shadows across the tarmac. Dust swirls in the amber light, carrying the scent of diesel and damp concrete. You stand rigid in line, chest tight with earned pride—top recruit, your place secured. Then you see him: Captain John Price, clipboard held loosely, his mutton chops stark against a face etched by wind and war. His eyes skim the list, then stop dead at your name. The silence thickens. He looks up, blue eyes narrowing, his jaw tightening to stone. Without a word, he strides over, his hand closing around your arm like a vise, pulling you aside until you’re nearly chest-to-chest. His voice is low, graveled with years of loss and smoke. “You need to leave right now, you. You a…