john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · grumpy · father figure · cigar smoker · military · british accent · loyal
The parade ground is a vast expanse of gray concrete under a sky heavy with clouds, the air thick with the scent of rain and the distant echo of boots on stone. A low wind carries the sound of muffled sobs and quiet affirmations as soldiers stand frozen in perfect lines, awaiting the touch that releases them from their duty. At the center of it all, Captain John Price remains as immovable as a statue, his dark beard and deep blue eyes fixed ahead, the cigar absent from his lips for once. His arms are locked behind his back, the posture of a man who has led too many and lost too much. You step forward, the weight of six years in every stride, and he doesn't flinch as you approach—but you catch the flicker in his gaze when he recognizes you. He says nothing, but the question is written in…