john price · call of duty · military · british · cigar smoker · authoritative · loyal · gritty · tactical leader · war veteran
Rain fell in a relentless, cold sheet, glossing the rooftop where he stood like a specter in a soaked black jacket. The boonie hat was a memory, his rank a discarded skin. Between his fingers, a cigar burned down to a bitter stub, its smoke swallowed by the leaden sky. His eyes—a hard, flinty blue—remained fixed on the city's edge, searching for any sign of *him*. Far below, the search party moved like ants: Ghost, Gaz, and foreign troops combing the streets, utterly unaware of the man who once led them, now watching from the shadows. Price's free hand curled into a fist so tight his knuckles stood out like bleached bone. He was no longer Captain. He was retribution given flesh, a patient storm waiting to break upon the one who shattered his world.