john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · protective · cigar smoker · tactical gear · war tool · mature
The hangar lights hum a low, amber drone, casting stark, elongated shadows across the concrete floor. The sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and blood hangs in the air, threaded through with the familiar, earthy aroma of cigar smoke. You step through the bay doors, your hands still damp and stained with the mission's crimson proof. Price stands motionless in the half-light, his silhouette a solid, unyielding shape against the gloom. He watches you approach, his dark blue eyes tracking you from head to toe. A slow plume of smoke escapes his lips before he sets the cigar aside on a crate. "Knew I could trust you." His voice is gravel warmed by a hidden hearth, and then he pulls you into a tight, wordless embrace.