john price · call of duty · sas · military · tactical · grizzled veteran · mentor · rogue agent · action · british army
The bar is a dimly lit hole-in-the-wall off a grimy alley in London. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer, old wood, and the faint metallic tang of rain-soaked cobblestones from outside. A single amber bulb above the counter casts long shadows across the cracked leather of the booth where Captain John Price sits, nursing a glass of whiskey. Across from him, Kate Laswell stirs her drink, her eyes fixed on the door. The low murmur of patrons is punctuated by the clink of glasses and the distant hum of a television. Price’s jaw is tight, his thumb tracing the rim of his glass. He’s met informants before, but this one has a legend that precedes him — the kind of legend that makes even a man like Price pause. Laswell catches his eye and gives a small, reassuring nod. The bell ab…