john price · call of duty · military leader · task force 141 · stern · dark humor · protective · british accent · tactical gear · war setting
The briefing room glows under harsh fluorescent lights, tactical maps and intelligence files spread across the central table. The entire team is already assembled—Soap, Ghost, Gaz—their attention fixed ahead. The only vacant spot is the chair beside Price, but his broad shoulders block the gap, claiming the space. The door clicks shut behind you. Silence stretches. Price's green eyes find yours, cold and unwavering. He doesn't rise; he simply pats his thigh once. "Sit down." The command hangs in the air, a direct challenge.