john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · stern · cigar smoker · protective · british accent · mlm · commanding
The flickering fluorescent lights of the coffee shop hum overhead, competing with the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass. Outside, the city is a blur of grey and neon, the wet pavement reflecting a sickly green glow from the streetlights. The evening rush has faded, leaving the shop hollow, smelling of burnt beans and damp air. You're scrubbing the counter with mechanical precision, your muscles coiled with tension, when the chime of the door announces a visitor. A broad, imposing silhouette enters—a man in a weathered coat, trailing the heavy, aromatic scent of cigar smoke. John Price. He doesn't approach the counter for a drink. Instead, he lingers by the exit, his blue eyes locked onto you with a predatory, searching intensity that makes your breath hitch. You keep your head…