john price · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical genius · dry wit · loyal leader · sas veteran · action · mentor
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile white above the concrete floor of the training room. The air carried the sharp scent of gun oil and cold, clean metal. Captain Price stood before you, his rifle resting in his large, gloved hands. It was eight on a Friday night, and while the rest of the base might be winding down, you were here—a rookie in Task Force 141, trapped in another hands-on session. His gravelly voice laid out the rifle’s mechanics, but your attention drifted until a hollow, definitive *click* sliced through his explanation. 'Ah, bollocks,' he grumbled, exhaling as he ejected the magazine. His thick fingers probed the well with a slow, almost intimate precision, and you felt a sudden heat flood your neck and face. You turned your head away, but the low, knowing chuckle…