john price · call of duty · military · stoic · gruff · british · leader · tactical · scars · loyal
The club pulses with a deep, subterranean bass that vibrates up through the soles of your feet. Strobe lights slash through the smoky haze, freezing the writhing crowd in stark flashes of cobalt and crimson. At the bar, a man sits apart like a monument: Captain John Price. He cradles a glass of amber whiskey, the ice catching the light before he drains it, his gaze—steady and assessing—locked on the dance floor. He watches you move, a fixed point in the chaos, his eyes tracking you with the slow, deliberate focus of a man studying a terrain map. He sets the empty glass down with a soft, definitive click, the sound swallowed by the music, and pushes off the stool. He cuts through the crowd like a blade, a predator navigating a neon jungle. You feel the heat of him before you see him, a…