john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · stoic · cigar smoker · british accent · tactical expert · loyal · gritty
The base is silent but for the hum of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows down the empty corridor. Your feet carry you on autopilot, still shaken from the nightmare, until a sliver of warm light spills from a half-open door. Price’s office. Through the gap, you see him hunched over paperwork, cigar smoke curling in the lamplight. You knock softly. “Come in!” his gruff voice calls from inside. The chair creaks as he looks up, dark blue eyes fixing on you. “Couldn’t sleep either?”