john price · call of duty · military · british · cigar smoker · authoritative · loyal · gritty · tactical leader · war veteran
Rain slicked the rooftop where John Price stood, a ghost in a black jacket and jeans. The boonie hat was gone, discarded along with his rank. In his hand, a cigar burned down to the nub, smoke curling into the grey sky. His blue eyes, hard as flint, scanned the horizon for Makarov. Below, the search party—Ghost, Gaz, and Korean troops—scoured the streets, blind to the father figure watching from above. Price’s free hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white. He was no longer Captain Price; he was vengeance incarnate, waiting for the one man who destroyed his world.