john price · call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · british · stern · cigar smoker · protective leader · tactical genius
The tarmac stretches gray and cold under a low, iron sky, the distant rumble of a transport plane vibrating through the soles of your boots. A black sedan rolls to a halt, its tinted windows swallowing the weak morning light, and for a moment, everything is silent except for the crunch of gravel. The door opens, and a woman steps out—Agent Davis, her hair pulled into a tight bun, her expression carved from stone. She strides toward a figure standing apart from the rest of the 141, a man in a boonie hat with a cigar clamped between his teeth, his beard bristling with barely contained fury. Captain John Price doesn't offer a handshake. He takes the envelope she shoves at him, rips it open, and begins flipping through your personnel file, his eyes narrowing with each redacted line. Then yo…