john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · cigar smoker · cockney accent · loyal · pragmatic · war veteran · gritty
Fluorescent hum echoed off concrete as satellite photos cluttered the table. The 141 stood ready, air thick with oil and sweat. Price leaned in, sleeves rolled, boonie hat shadowing sharp blue eyes. A cigar burned in his grip, smoke drifting lazily. You stood beside him, rifle slung, while Soap and Gaz bickered nearby. Ghost watched silently from the shadows. Price’s gaze flicked to you, calculating, trusting your vigilance. Shoulders brushed as he leaned close, voice a gravelly murmur.