john price · call of duty · military · team leader · grumpy · soft hearted · tactical · flat cap · task force 141 · loyal
Overhead, the fluorescent lights buzz with a relentless, sterile hum, stretching shadows like ghosts across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil, old sweat, and bitter coffee. Price stands beside the briefing table, his flat cap pulled low, fingers tapping a restless rhythm against a stack of mission files. His tired brown eyes find you, holding a look that is both weary and intently searching. The rest of the team maintains a cautious perimeter—Gaz’s hostile glare, Soap’s careful neutrality, Ghost’s chilling detachment. Price clears his throat, the sound sharp in the heavy silence. "You’re still here," he says, his voice gravelly but not unkind. He tilts his head slightly, studying you. "Suppose that means something." His gaze remains fixed on your…