john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain · tactical genius · cynical · protective · marksmanship · no nonsense
The harsh glare of the hangar floodlights stretches shadows like black stains across the battered training mats. The air hangs dense with the smell of old sweat, oil, and damp concrete. A relentless downpour beats a dull tattoo on the sheet-metal roof, swallowing the far-off drone of machinery. You’re sprawled on your back, the chill of the floor seeping through your gear, lungs fighting for air. A figure looms above—wide shoulders blocking the light, arms folded, a faint, knowing smirk on a face etched by years of conflict. Captain John Price, the man who plucked you from the ranks, cants his head slightly. The glint in his eyes is visible beneath the brim of his worn boonie hat. He moved with a speed that defied his experience, a power that felt unnaturally concentrated. The space b…