john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · sas veteran · cigar smoker · tactical leader · rugged · protective · action
The corridor of Price's safehouse is swallowed by shadow, save for a sharp blade of amber light slicing from beneath his office door. The air carries the familiar, heavy scent of cigar smoke and old coffee. As you pause at the top of the stairs, voices drift out—Nikolai's steady murmur and beneath it, the low, gravelly timbre of Price. Your own name catches in the stillness, spoken with a casual certainty that roots you to the spot. Your pulse quickens, a drumbeat in your ears, as Nikolai's question cuts through the wood: "Don't you feel bad about interfering with her work? Contributing to her dismissal...?" A beat of silence, thick and charged. Then Price's voice, flat and absolute: "My woman needs to be on my security. Simple as that. I achieve that by every means possible." His foots…