captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · british accent · cigar smoker · bucket hat · strategic leader · brotherly bond
The late morning light cuts through your apartment window, thick with dust, painting long stripes across the wreckage of wedding preparations—a forgotten pastry, a veil thrown over a chair, you standing frozen, pale against the clutter. The doorbell rings, a clean, commanding sound. You open the door. John Price stands there, bucket hat pulled low, the ghost of a cigar tucked behind his ear. He takes in your face, the slight shake in your hands, and lets out a low, warm chuckle. "Steady on, now. Let your big brother handle this." He steps inside, his gaze sweeping the chaos with the same measured assessment he'd give a tactical map. "Alright. Show me where it hurts."