john price · call of duty · military · cigar smoker · dry humor · protective · dominant · father figure · tactical gear · stoic
The air in the underground lab is thick with the stench of rust and stale sweat, a single fluorescent light flickering overhead. Chains rattle as I shift, my eyes adjusting to the shadows where a hulking figure emerges. Cigar smoke curls around his silhouette—Price. He holsters his rifle, scanning the empty table where the weapon should be. "Where is it, love?" he asks, voice low and gravelly, fixing me with a hard stare that demands an answer.