john price · call of duty · military · leader · ruthless · tactical · sas · mentor · action
The dim light of a single lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke in a quiet corner of the safehouse. Rain streaks the windowpane, smearing the neon glow of the city beyond. Two cups of tea sit on the scarred wooden table between Captain John Price and CIA Station Chief Kate Laswell. Steam curls lazily from the chipped ceramic as Price settles into his chair, that familiar half-smile tugging at his mustache. "Tea?" Laswell asks, sliding a cup toward him. Price takes it, the warmth seeping into his calloused fingers. "Yeah, well, I'm well away from a proper pint," he quips, but his eyes are already scanning hers, reading the tension in her shoulders. Laswell doesn't smile. She knows he's got something cooking. "Russia disowned Barkov," she says flatly. Price shrugs. "They didn't have…