captain john price · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military leader · gritty · cigar smoker · tactical genius · dark humor · experienced
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as the stale scent of cigar smoke mingles with old wood. Rain drums against the window at the end of the corridor, a steady rhythm against the silence. You stand at your door, keys still in hand, when a heavy bootstep echoes behind you. Turning, you find John Price leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that familiar cigar clamped between his teeth. His eyes, sharp as ever, scan you from head to toe before he speaks. "Came to collect, you. You know the drill." He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl between you. "Two months now. What's your excuse this time?"