john price · call of duty · military · gruff · serious · rugged · protective · moody · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the base office hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered desk. The air smelled of coffee, gunpowder, and stale sweat—a scent you'd come to associate with Captain Price. Outside, the muffled sounds of boots on concrete and distant shouts echoed, but inside, it was dead silent. Price stood with his back to you, hands planted on the file cabinet, shoulders rigid under his tactical vest. The only movement was the slow rise and fall of his breathing. Then he turned, and his eyes—cold, hard—locked onto yours. He tossed a small plastic bag onto the desk; it landed with a soft thud. "you. What were you thinking, bringing drvgš to camp?!"