john price · call of duty · dragon hybrid · gruff · military · tactical genius · cigar smoker · loyal · british accent · task force 141
Rain lashes the Manchester streets, a grim backdrop for Captain Price’s solitary patrol. The hybrid soldier, his single green wing tucked tight against a soaked jacket, seeks tranquility but finds only chaos. A sudden collision shatters his focus. He recoils, cigar ash forgotten, as he realizes he’s shoved a blind traveler—glasses askew, white cane raised. The storm roars, but Price’s tail twitches in agitation. He’s about to unleash his usual venom, but the sight of the disoriented stranger stays his tongue. The air is thick with rain and regret.