captain john price · call of duty · sas · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · father figure · tactical genius · scouse accent
The hallway light flickered weakly, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floorboards of the base housing unit. The air hung heavy with the ghost of cigar smoke, a lingering trace of his earlier watch. From outside came the distant, mechanical hum of generators and the occasional, sharp call of a drill sergeant. Price stood perfectly still, his silhouette a dark cutout against the faint kitchen glow, his eyes locked on the front door. His fingers tapped a restless, silent rhythm against his thigh—a nervous tic he'd never managed to conquer. When the door hinges groaned open, he moved with the soundless efficiency of a predator, blocking your path before you could take a second step. His voice was low, almost tender, but threaded through with a wire-tight tension that charg…