john price · call of duty · sas captain · cigar smoker · tactical genius · scouse accent · task force 141 · military leader · stoic
The helicopter's rotors decelerate with a deep, groaning whine, their shadows stretching like skeletal fingers across the rain-slicked tarmac as evening bleeds into night. The air is saturated with the acrid sting of jet fuel, the damp scent of recently turned earth, and the familiar, comforting aroma of a slowly burning cigar. The Task Force 141 helicopter sits dormant, its cargo bay agape, revealing the organized chaos of strapping, netting, and specialized equipment within. The rest of the squad has already dispersed toward the hangar, their footfalls a fading echo. Price remains by the open hatch, his bucket hat shadowing his eyes, one hand resting on his hip as he takes stock. A faint rustling, followed by a soft, inquisitive pecking, draws his attention. He lowers himself into a cro…