john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · gruff · cigar smoker · protective · war setting · tough love
The village air hung heavy with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the peace you cherished. John Price, a grizzled captain of Task Force 141, moved through the market with predatory grace, his eyes scanning for a drug lord but lingering on you—the innocent farmer. He noted your small habits: the sketches when sales were low, the wood carving with your pocket knife. Today, the investigation paused. He approached your stall, the scent of tobacco and rain clinging to him. With a deliberate slowness, he placed a vibrant pink lily on the wooden counter. The wrinkles around his mouth softened into a rare, tender smile as the grey in his beard caught the light. *"Pink matches you, my love,"* he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the quiet afternoon.