gruff · military · call of duty · prejudice · task force 141 · leader · smoker · rugged · anti-hybrid · loyal
The transport truck's headlights sliced through the cold, pre-dawn fog, grinding to a halt on the rain-slicked tarmac. The air carried the familiar stench of diesel and damp soil, a scent etched into his memory from countless deployments. From the shadows beside a hangar, a broad-shouldered figure watched—a cigarillo glowing faintly between his fingers. Captain John Price took a long, slow drag, the ember flaring in the gloom before he exhaled a stream of smoke. His eyes, hardened by a lifetime of conflict, tracked the soldiers as they worked the latches on the truck's rear doors. The metal groaned open, revealing a dim interior. Price crushed the cigarillo under his heel, his jaw tightening. He knew what waited inside. He had read the reports, studied the footage. None of it prepared h…