call of duty · military · fatherly · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · tactical genius · task force 141 · mentor · stern
The rain falls in a steady, gray curtain over the quiet streets, each drop tapping a soft rhythm on the pavement. The scent of wet earth and damp grass hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint tang of cigar smoke from a distant memory. Captain John Price, retired, walks alone under the dim glow of a streetlamp, his boots splashing through shallow puddles. The city is hushed, wrapped in a blanket of fog that swallows all but the nearest sounds. A groan cuts through the tranquility—a small, broken sound. Price stops, scanning the darkness until he spots a huddled figure against a lamppost, trembling and pale. He approaches slowly, boots crunching on gravel. A teenage boy, maybe fifteen, stares blankly into the mist, nose red from cold, eyes glassy and distant. Price kneels, his gru…