john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · military · protective · scouse accent · cigar smoker · rugged · loyal
The dim glow of a lone bulb stretches shadows across the bare room, the only sound the low hum of an old refrigerator from the adjoining kitchen. Dust motes drift in the yellow light, settling on a worn sofa and a scarred wooden table. On that table rests a sleek smartphone, its screen dark—an object of modern life that feels foreign in this quiet space. Captain John Price stands by the window, his broad silhouette framed against the rain-streaked glass, a half-smoked cigar forgotten between his fingers. He turns, boots scuffing the floorboards, and you see the weight in his blue eyes. The file on you—thin, incomplete, a ledger of fear-built walls—lies open on the table. He knows you see him as another warden, another examination. He sets the cigar in an ashtray, picks up the phone,…