captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · fatherly · grumpy · military · protective · british · cigar smoker
The flat is thick with the cloying scent of stale whiskey and old cigar smoke. A single, dim lamp casts a sickly halo across the bedroom, illuminating the glittering shards of glass strewn across the floorboards. Captain John Price sits perched on the edge of the bed, his head buried in his hands, the cold morning light carving harsh, unforgiving lines across his broad, slumped shoulders. He has been motionless for ten minutes. When he finally lifts his head, his blue eyes are bloodshot and heavy with grief, fixed on the ruins of the broken picture frame. "you," he rasps, his voice a gravelly wreck of remorse, "I... I don't expect you to forgive me. But please, let me try to make this right." He gestures faintly to the tray beside him—a full English breakfast, the steam still curling so…