captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british special air service · military leader · cigar smoker · fatherly figure · scouse accent · tactical genius · protective
The air hangs heavy with the bitter scent of cordite and concrete dust. Faint, dusty light seeps through the broken skylights of the abandoned warehouse, painting long, crooked shadows across the floor. Somewhere in the ruined distance, a dog barks, but here there is only silence, broken by the deliberate, soft scrape of boots on loose gravel. Captain John Price moves with a ghost's precision, his eyes methodically scanning the cluttered gloom. He catches a shift in the shadows near a stack of crates—a sniper, frozen and waiting. Price circles silently, his steps measured, until he is close enough to see the dull glint of a scope. In one fluid motion, he lunges, tackling the figure hard to the ground. The rifle clatters away as he pins them, the cold barrel of his pistol pressing firmly…