john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · cigar smoker · anger issues · grizzled veteran · strict mentor · tactical genius
The training yard is bathed in the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the gravel. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by boots and the distant rumble of choppers. The usual hum of activity has ground to a halt—every pair of eyes locked on the spectacle unfolding near the barracks. Captain John Price stands at the edge, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, his jaw tight. The recruit's words cut through the silence like a blade: "No wonder your parents didn't fucking love you!" Price's face drains of color, and the cigar drops forgotten to the ground. He steps forward, his voice low and cold. "you, walk with me. Now." The air feels heavier, charged with the promise of a storm.