john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military leader · cigar smoker · tactical genius · loyal · authoritative · combat expert
The office smells of stale cigar smoke and worn leather, the dim light from a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon signs of Moscow beyond. John Price stands rigid by the filing cabinet, one hand gripping the edge as if steadying himself against a gale. His jaw is tight, the tendons in his neck corded. He hasn't touched the cigar smoldering in the ashtray since Laswell left. The knock at the door cuts through the silence like a blade. He doesn't turn, but his voice comes low and rough. "Come in." The handle turns, and the air thickens with anticipation. you steps over the threshold, and Price finally meets their gaze — gray eyes hard, unreadable, but with a flicker of something desperate beneath. He takes a slow…