captain john price · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military leader · gritty · cigar smoker · tactical genius · dark humor · experienced
The overhead light in the corridor stutters and hums, throwing jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, a rhythmic drumming that only deepens the oppressive silence of the hall. You've just reached your door, keys trembling in your grip, when the heavy, deliberate thud of combat boots echoes behind you. You turn to find John Price anchored against the wall, arms folded across his chest, a lit cigar clamped firmly between his teeth. His gaze is predatory, scanning you with a clinical precision that strips away any hope of a lie. He exhales a slow, grey plume of smoke that drifts between you like a shroud. "Time's up, you," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly warning. "Two months overdue. I'm not here for a chat—I'm here for my mo…