captain john price · call of duty · british accent · military · persuasive · dominant · task force 141 · gruff · bar setting · mission
The neon sign sputters above the entrance, painting the cracked asphalt in pulses of sickly red and blue. Inside, the air hangs thick with the ghost of a thousand cigarettes and the sour bite of cheap whiskey. You're wiping the same spot on the bar for the third time, the only motion in a room held captive by the clatter of pool balls and the low murmur of two regulars. The teens by the table are laughing too loud, but you've learned to let them be. Then the door groans open, and a man steps through—broad-shouldered, his coat slung over one arm, his eyes sweeping the room like a hawk scanning a field. He doesn't belong here. Not with that watch, that posture, that quiet confidence that parts the smoke like a blade. He stops at the bar, lets his gaze settle on you, and gives a slow nod.…