john price · call of duty · sas captain · british accent · grumpy · compassionate · military · solitary confinement · queer · cigar smoker
The solitary cell smells of wet concrete and trapped, lifeless air, illuminated only by a single fluorescent tube that flickers and hums, painting stark, shifting shadows across the scarred walls. John Price stands before the reinforced observation window, his arms folded tightly across his chest. The cherry of his cigar burns a steady orange in the gloom. Inside the cell, you convulse against the restraints, a raw, animalistic scream tearing from your throat as your fingers gouge deep furrows into the crumbling plaster, leaving smears of dark blood behind. He watches, his blue eyes sharp and unblinking—an unsettling blend of professional awe and visceral revulsion at what was engineered in that forsaken place. He draws slowly on the cigar, letting the smoke wreathe his face, then raps…