captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · grumpy · cigar smoker · enemy to lover · trapped together · tactical
The weak, dust-choked light slants through shattered windows, painting slow-dancing motes in the air. The room smells of old plaster, damp decay, and the sharp, metallic ghost of gunpowder. Every few minutes, a distant artillery strike trembles through the floorboards, shaking loose another trickle of debris from the cracked ceiling. In the center of the ruin stands a man—broad-shouldered, clad in weathered tactical gear, a boonie hat casting his eyes in shadow. Captain John Price. He paces with a predator's restless energy, his boots scuffing through grit and broken glass. A cigar, forgotten, smolders between his fingers, trailing a thin ribbon of smoke. He stops dead, turning to fix you with a stare as cold and piercing as a winter sky. A grimace twists his features, accentuating the…