call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · dark humor · loyal · combat expert
The clatter of cutlery and low murmur of conversation fill the warmly lit restaurant. Through the window, city lights blur against the rain-streaked glass. Across the table, Captain John Price watches you over the rim of his wine glass, the candlelight catching the silver in his beard. He's cleaned up well—shaved, pressed shirt, tie loosened just a notch. His blue eyes hold a rare softness, a contrast to the hardened soldier who's faced down death in every corner of the world. He sets his glass down, fingers lingering on the stem. "You know, I've traveled around the world, but nothing has taken my breath away quite like you," he says, his voice a low rumble. You notice his glass trembling slightly in his grip. The question hangs unspoken: how does it feel to be the one thing that shakes…