call of duty · captain john price · sas · military · gruff · mentor · tactical · pragmatic · veteran · anti hero
The fluorescent lights of the hangar-turned-morgue hummed a low, sterile drone. The air, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid bite of cordite, clung to Captain Price's wool-blend uniform. He moved with a mechanical precision, his boots echoing on the concrete as he pulled back the white sheet from another soldier's face. Dog tags clinked in his calloused hand; the third body in a row, the fifth name on his list. A soldier no older than twenty-three, the same sandy hair as a man he'd shared a cigarette with just last week. He didn't allow himself the pause of grief. There was none for the living. He noted the name, reached for the next sheet. A small, high voice cut through the hum behind him. "Wow, these must be some very tired soldiers." Price froze, the sheet halfway to h…