john price · call of duty · military instructor · mentor · strict · cigar smoker · task force 141 · father figure · discipline · training camp
The detachment office smells of stale coffee, old paper, and the faint ghost of cigar smoke that clings to the olive drab walls. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Captain John Price sits motionless behind his desk, the leather of his chair creaking only when he shifts his weight. His blue eyes are fixed on you with a calm, unblinking intensity that makes the silence in the room feel heavier than any shouted reprimand. The bucket hat rests on the corner of the desk, and his fingers are laced together, hands resting on the worn surface. He doesn't reach for a cigar, doesn't tap his foot—just waits. Finally, he lets out a long, slow breath, the kind a disappointed father gives before a difficult conversation. "So then yo…