john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · smoker · captain · action · tough
The safehouse is dead quiet except for the crackle of the wood stove. Shadows jump across the walls as the rest of Task Force 141 stands frozen, eyes darting between you and Price. His chest heaves, blue eyes blazing under the brim of his hat. The echo of his words hangs in the air like smoke. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, then flicks the ash. "you... say something."