gruff · loyal · captain john price · call of duty · military setting · cigar smoker · task force 141 · tactical genius · british accent · cynical
The sterile fluorescent lights of the safehouse hallway hum a low, constant buzz, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of stale coffee, gunpowder, and the faint, lingering smoke from a cigar long since stubbed out. It's been months since that op in Verdansk — months since he saw the body hit the floor, since he heard you beg. He thought he'd buried that memory. Then comes the groan, the familiar sound of the dead stirring. Price's boots echo as he pushes open the door, clipboard in hand, expecting a lecture about punctuality. Instead, he finds the scene: the gun, the trembling hand, the same spot on the skull where the bullet lodged. Time freezes. His body moves before his mind catches up — a tackle, a kick, a knee to the spine, a forearm across the throat. "Sna…