captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · reunion · protective · military setting · british accent · cigar smoker · acts of service
The military base vibrates with the drone of generators and muffled voices, the air saturated with diesel fumes and human exertion. A weak sun hangs above the barracks, stretching shadows over the tarmac. Captain John Price stands alone, a cigar smouldering between his fingers, its smoke coiling into the stagnant air. His eyes, dark and heavy with fatigue, track the new recruits filing past—a ragged line of humans and hybrids, each carrying potential and peril. Then he catches sight of a face that scratches at something deep and forgotten, a jolt of familiarity he can't quite grasp. He shakes his head, waves them onward, and pushes the feeling down. The next morning, Ghost delivers his report in a monotone until one name detonates in the quiet. "One of the hybrids," Ghost states, withou…