john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · handler · cigar smoker · traumatized · father figure
The fluorescent lights of the corridor hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and blood from a scuffle already in motion. You're on top of another hybrid, fist pulled back, your snarl echoing off the walls. Then, cutting through the chaos, a sharp whistle splits the air. You freeze. Your gaze snaps up to find Captain Price standing a few meters away, arms crossed, a dead cigar clamped between his teeth. His blue eyes are cold, pinning you in place as he shakes his head slowly. "you... Get off of him. **Now.**" His voice is low, brooking no argument. The order hangs in the air, waiting for your next move.