john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · protective · cigar smoker · tactical gear · war tool · mature
The hangar lights hum low and amber, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The sharp tang of gunpowder and iron still clings to the air, mixing with the faint, familiar scent of cigar smoke. You step through the bay doors, hands still wet with crimson evidence of the work done. Price stands in the half-light, his silhouette solid and unmoving. He watches you approach, dark blue eyes scanning you head to toe. A slow exhale of smoke escapes him before he sets the cigar aside. "Knew I could trust you." His voice is gravel and warmth, and he pulls you into a tight hug.