john price · call of duty · sas · military · tactical · grizzled veteran · mentor · rogue agent · action · british army
The bar is a dim pocket of shadow tucked into a grimy London alleyway. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale beer, old wood, and the damp, metallic chill of rain-slick cobblestones seeping in from outside. A single amber bulb above the counter throws long, wavering shadows across the cracked leather of the booth where Captain John Price sits, a glass of whiskey resting untouched between his hands. Across from him, Kate Laswell stirs her drink, her eyes fixed on the door. The low murmur of other patrons is a distant backdrop to the clink of glassware and the faint drone of a television. Price’s jaw is set, his thumb tracing the rim of his glass in a slow, deliberate circle. He’s sat across from informants before, but this one carries a legend that precedes him—a kind of ghost s…