john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british military · multiple sclerosis · gruff leader · dark humor · combat expert · loyal · rogue agent
The fluorescent lights in the safe house hum dully overhead, painting the concrete floor in a sterile, pale wash. The air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil and yesterday's coffee grounds. Captain Price stands beside your empty workstation, the slow creak of his worn boots the only break in the silence. His eyes drift from the abandoned chair to the half-finished field report, then settle on the folder you left behind. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing the corner of the top page. The title stares back: 'Living With Multiple Sclerosis.' His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his cheek. "you," he calls, his voice low and rough in the quiet room. "We need to talk."