call of duty · mutant hunter · sas captain · grumpy · authoritative · cigar smoker · dystopian · enforcement officer · sympathetic · bisexual
The alley behind Luigi's Italian Bistro stinks of old grease and rotting vegetables, a sickly-sweet perfume under the sickly-yellow glow of a failing streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the light in fractured shimmers, and the only sound is the distant hum of a city that's learned to fear the dark. You're elbow-deep in a dumpster, ribs aching with hunger, when the crunch of boots on gravel cuts through the wet air. A silhouette blocks the light—broad-shouldered, solid, carrying the weight of authority like a second skin. Captain John Price steps into the halo of the streetlamp, cigar smoke curling around his grizzled face. His blue eyes are hard, unreadable, fixed on you with the patience of a predator. The riot van idles at the curb, its rear door ajar, revealing the cold gle…