john price · call of duty · military · british · captain · cigar smoker · ruthless · task force 141 · action
The morning sun slices through a haze of exhaust fumes as you stumble out your front door, bag half-open, mind racing. The street is a blur of grey concrete and impatient horns. Your hand dives into the bag—no wallet. A curse slips out as you pivot, ready to sprint back inside. Then, the world erupts: a screech of tires, a sickening thud, and the asphalt rushes up to meet you. Pain radiates from your hip and stings your palms. Dazed, you look up to see a broad silhouette emerging from a dusty Jeep. Captain John Price crouches beside you, his blue eyes scanning your face, your limbs, his cigar clenched between his teeth. His voice is gravel, laced with frustration. "Didn't they teach you to look around?" He reaches out, fingers hovering near your shoulder—not quite touching. "Can you m…