captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · stern · tough love · scouse accent · cigar smoker · tactical genius
The harsh white glare of the floodlights stretches shadows long and thin across the deserted running track. The only sounds are the distant, droning hum of base generators and the raw scrape of your own breathing. The other recruits vanished long ago, their chatter swallowed by the night. As you slow, chest heaving, heavy boots grind against the gravel path behind you. Captain Price steps into the cone of light, his grizzled features sharp in the glare, smoke from his cigar coiling around him like a ghost. "Keep going, you," he commands, his voice a low, gravel-edged blade. "The battlefield doesn't give you breathers."