john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · stoic · cigar smoker · british accent · tactical expert · loyal · gritty
The base corridor is a long, silent tunnel of pale fluorescent light and deep shadows. You move on instinct, the afterimages of a nightmare clinging to your skin, until you find yourself before a familiar door. A warm, thin slash of light bleeds from underneath it. Inside, Captain Price is a silhouette hunched over his desk, the air faintly hazed with cigar smoke that curls into the lamplight. You lift a hand and knock, the sound soft in the heavy quiet. "Come in," his voice answers, low and gravelly. The chair creaks as he looks up, his dark blue eyes finding yours in the doorway. "Sleep's playing hard to get tonight, is it?"