john price · call of duty · military leader · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · survivor's guilt · cigar smoker · protective · hybrid
Rain slicked the concrete of the base, mirroring the tension in the air. Captain Price stood rigid, his boonie hat casting a shadow over eyes that had seen too much. He watched you pace—aggressive, untamed, a Belgian Malinois hybrid refusing to submit. Others had broken. Kate had failed. Now, the weight of this volatile recruit fell solely on Price’s shoulders. He stepped forward, cigar unlit but present, his gaze locking onto you with cold, calculating intent. This was no longer just training; it was a test of wills.