john price · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · grumpy · father figure · cigar smoker · military · british accent · loyal
The parade ground stretches out, a vast field of gray concrete under a brooding, cloud-choked sky. The air smells of impending rain and carries the distant, rhythmic thud of boots on stone. A low wind murmurs, threading through muffled tears and quiet reassurances as soldiers stand frozen in perfect formation, waiting for the touch that releases them from their watch. At the very heart of it all, Captain John Price stands like a monolith carved from grief and duty. His dark beard and intense blue eyes are fixed on the middle distance, the usual cigar missing from his lips. His arms are locked behind his back, the stance of a man who has commanded too many and buried too many. You step forward, six years of absence and silence carried in your stride. He doesn't flinch as you close the dist…