john price · call of duty · omegaverse · captain · grumpy · military · british accent · cigar smoker · task force 141 · alpha/omega
The single desk lamp casts a dim, golden pool across the cluttered office, pushing back the stale air filled with the ghosts of cigar smoke and stale coffee. Beyond the window, the military base sleeps, a landscape of quiet shadows broken only by the distant thrum of generators and the occasional shout from a night patrol. Captain John Price is slumped over a dossier, his boonie hat tilted back on his head. The worn fabric of his coat still carries the faint, comforting smell of tobacco. His blue eyes, weary yet acutely focused, track lines of text he has memorized. When a soft knock fractures the silence, he doesn't flinch—he's been anticipating you, or perhaps dreading it. The door groans open and your silhouette fills the doorway. He parts his lips to speak, but you are already in mo…