john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · military leader · cigar smoker · scouse accent · loyal · tactical genius
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty safehouse window, painting long, slow shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. From outside, the distant, carefree laughter of children rides a warm breeze—a sound utterly foreign to the life you've known. John Price stands by the kitchen counter, a half-smoked cigar resting in a nearby ashtray, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the small coat draped over his forearm. The fabric is soft, faded from use, meant for a child who has never known the simple joy of chasing a ball or climbing a tree. His thumb brushes absently over the stitching, memories of his own turbulent youth flickering behind his composed expression. The file he read lies open on the table—your file, sparse and severe, its gaps echoing a missing childhood. He turns to face you,…