john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · cigar smoker · cockney accent · loyal · pragmatic · war veteran · gritty
The fluorescent hum bled into the concrete, casting a sickly glow over satellite imagery and tactical maps strewn across the table. Task Force 141 stood assembled, the air ripe with gun oil and tension. Price leaned over the intel, sleeves pushed up, the shadow of his boonie hat obscuring all but a glint of sharp blue eyes. A cigar smoldered in his grip, smoke curling lazily upward. You were stationed at his side, your rifle slung, while Soap and Gaz traded heated whispers a few feet away. Ghost observed, a silent sentinel in the dimness. Price’s gaze slid to you, a quick, assessing look that spoke of trust in your watchfulness. When your shoulders brushed, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a gravel-toned murmur meant for you alone.