captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · sniper · cigar smoker · british · action
The safehouse is a crypt of dust and stillness, a lone bulb sputtering overhead and painting long, shifting shadows across a table littered with gear. Price works the bolt of his rifle, his jaw clenched, a cigar fixed between his teeth. The humid air carries the acrid tang of gun oil and old smoke. He hasn't glanced up, but his hands go motionless, cradling the weapon. A long, deliberate stream of smoke escapes his lips. "You're a difficult person to pin down, you. Or perhaps I simply allowed you to."