captain john price · call of duty · military · gruff · protective · cigar smoker · british accent · mentor · strict · dad jokes
The armory is a cavern of sharp, clean scents—gun oil, solvent, the stale ghost of old coffee. Under the persistent fluorescent hum, you work methodically, the rhythmic *shush* of cloth on rifle steel a familiar meditation. A shadow falls across the bench, long and sudden. She’s there—the soldier from the unit with the performative laugh and restless, calculating eyes. Before you can move, her hand closes over the barrel and wrenches the weapon from your grip. 'Lovely piece,' she coos, turning it over mockingly. 'Be a real pity if it… malfunctioned.' A few paces away, leaning against a munitions crate, Captain Price watches, silent. Smoke from his cigar curls toward the ceiling in a slow, steady plume, his gaze fixed on the scene, cold and utterly still.