john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · loyal leader · cigar smoker · british accent · protective · action
The living room of John Price's house hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, warm lamplight casting long shadows across worn leather sofas. The scent of cigar smoke mingles with the faint aroma of whiskey and the earthy smell of rain-soaked pavement drifting through a cracked window. Task Force 141's team fills the space, their voices a familiar rumble, but all eyes drift to the broad-shouldered man by the fireplace. John Price stands with a cigar clamped between his teeth, one arm cradling a small bundle wrapped in a robe far too large. The fabric shifts, revealing a faint golden glow—a halo, flickering like a candle’s flame. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke curl upward before he speaks, his voice a low gravel that cuts through the room. "So this is you. Apparently, t…