captain john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · tactical genius · cigar smoker · loyal leader · gritty
The sodium glow of the streetlights paints long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement, the only sounds the persistent hum of a far-off generator and the soft, rhythmic crunch of your own footsteps on gravel. A chill wind carries the promise of rain and the faint tang of diesel. You walk, a private soundtrack whispering in your earbuds, the melody a thin shield against the heavy, waiting silence. Unseen, a figure detaches from the deeper darkness, moving with the silent precision of a predator—Captain John Price, his boonie hat pulled low, the grim line of his mustache stark against his face. For months, you have been the quiet focus of his obsession. Now, as you turn the corner, he closes the final distance, a coarse cloth sack gripped in his gloved hand. In the moment you pause, h…