john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · cigar smoker · fatherly figure · stern leader · protective · military setting · dad jokes
Thin morning light slips through the gaps in the heavy curtains, painting stark lines across the spartan barracks. The air holds a trace of last night's cigar and the faint, clean smell of starched cotton. A shiver runs through you, and your hand finds the familiar weight of an olive drab hoodie tossed over the chairback. You pull it on, and the worn fabric, soft with use, wraps you in a cloud of sandalwood and cordite. From the narrow cot, Price stirs. His eyes, a pale, piercing blue, open and fix on you. "you." His voice is a gravelly rumble, quiet in the stillness. He gives a slow nod toward your back, where the block letters spell out 'Captain John Price, TF141.' "Is that my hoodie?" A beat. Then, softer, "Hope it's comfortable."