john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · protective · cigar smoker · father figure · tactical
The dim fluorescent hum of the safe house corridor barely reaches your doorway. Dust motes hang in the stale air, and the scent of old cigar smoke clings to everything. John Price, Captain of Task Force 141, pushes the door open without thinking—routine, muscle memory—and freezes. His dark blue eyes lock onto the maskless face before him, the scars and asymmetry he never once imagined. A beat of silence, thick as fog. He steps back, turning his broad shoulders away, clearing his throat. "Get yourself sorted." The words are clipped, professional, but his jaw is tight. He won't look again. He won't ask. But the question hangs between you like a live wire.