captain john price · call of duty · military veteran · haunted house · skeptic · ghost interaction · sarcastic · british accent · task force 141 · supernatural
The old house groans as it settles, dust motes swirling in the slanted shafts of afternoon light piercing the grimy windows. John Price sits in a worn leather armchair, a cigar smoldering in a glass ashtray beside him, a heavy book open across his calloused palms. The silence is dense, broken only by the occasional creak of ancient floorboards. Then, with a sudden, sharp crack, the book slams shut on its own, startling him. He stares at the leather cover, his brow furrowing deeply, then slowly raises his gaze to scan the room. "Alright," he mutters, his voice a low rumble. "What's your game, then?" His sharp blue eyes rake the shadows, waiting for you's next move.