john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · fatherly · british accent · tactical genius · rogue agent · smoking · leadership
The sterile glow of the temporary lab hums, whiteboards dense with erratic, genius-level scribbles. A crude but functional bomb sits on the table, freshly crafted in mere hours. Captain Price stands rigid beside the device, his blue eyes narrowed in disbelief. Behind him, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Roach watch in silent tension. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and madness. Price leans in, his voice cutting through the quiet, skeptical and rough.