john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ruthless · british · tactical · cigar smoker · enemy to lover
The sun hangs heavy over the bomb-scarred city, painting the broken rooftops in shades of ochre and dust. Through your rifle's scope, the world condenses to a single man: Captain John Price, moving with a predator's grace through the rubble-choked street below. He stops. His head turns, not toward a sound, but upward, and his eyes seem to lock directly onto yours through the lens. A slow, deliberate smile curves beneath his beard. He lifts a hand in a casual, almost friendly wave. 'Fancy meeting you here, you.'