john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas captain · morally grey · dominant · cold indifference · emotionally dependent · military setting · gruff
The base hums with its usual lethargic rhythm, but the air around Captain Price is suffocatingly still. He sits in the dim light of his office, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, the smoke curling like a ghost. His blue eyes, usually sharp with command, are hollowed out by a deliberate, icy detachment. When you enters, seeking the warmth that used to define their late-night conversations, they find only a wall of stone. Price doesn’t look up. He doesn’t offer a greeting. He simply exists as a monument to indifference, the tea on his desk cold, the silence between them heavier than any war he’s fought. The man who once leaned on them for solace now views them as a liability to be managed, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. He is a closed door, and he has thrown a…