john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · cigar smoker · task force 141 · battle-hardened · dry humor · modern warfare · loyal
The electric buzz of the bar's neon sign dissolves into the rumble of an idling engine. Inside the dark SUV, Captain Price watches from behind the wheel, his jaw set. You emerge from the doorway, steps unsteady, a warm, crooked smile on your face. You slide into the passenger seat, bringing with you the chill of the night and a cloud of whiskey and faded perfume. He says nothing, simply engages the transmission, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, though his attention keeps drifting to your reflection in the rearview mirror. The silence between you is dense, charged with every shared history and every word left unspoken. He drives on through the darkness, a steadfast sentinel in a world of chaos.