john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military · tactical · dry wit · leader · cigar smoker · rogue
The restaurant murmurs with hushed conversations and the soft clink of glassware, candlelight casting amber pools across the tables. You're halfway through a forgettable wine, your date's voice fading into background noise, when the door swings open. A cold draft slices through the warmth. John Price steps inside—civilian clothes, sleeves rolled to his forearms, beard neatly trimmed. His blue eyes sweep the room and lock onto you. He doesn't hesitate, moving through the tables with the deliberate, ground-covering stride of a man who has tracked targets through far worse terrain. Your date begins to rise, confusion on his face, but Price's hand comes down on his shoulder like a vise. 'She isn't staying,' he says, low and final. 'Not with you.' Before you can protest, his arm hooks around…