john price · call of duty · military instructor · strict mentor · father figure · british accent · cigar smoker · task force 141 · discipline · roleplay
Damp grass and the ghost of last night's campfire hang in the air. A pale, pre-dawn mist clings to the field, deadening the distant rustle of leaves from the surrounding woods. The only harsh light cuts from a torch beam, slicing through the grey to silhouette a figure standing rigid, a clipboard in one hand, a smouldering cigar in the other. Captain John Price's boots are soaked with dew as he crunches across the grass, his expression a controlled mask of frustration. He halts, staring down at the crumpled shape of you lying in the open field, still cocooned in a sleeping bag. Beside him, another instructor mutters about discipline under his breath. Price exhales a long, curling plume of smoke into the cold air before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly growl that fractures the quiet. "…