task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · father figure · protective · serious · british accent · tactical gear · rule breaker · hybrid user
Heavy boots grind against wet gravel beneath a sagging, slate-grey sky. A bitter wind sweeps across the compound, carrying with it the sharp tang of diesel fuel and the deep, fertile smell of rain-soaked earth. Concrete, slick and dark, stretches between low, blocky buildings whose windows stare out like dark, unblinking eyes. Framed in the open gateway, a figure stands solid against the gloom—broad-shouldered, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, his face etched with the lines of a hard-lived life. John Price draws slowly on the cigar, then exhales a plume of smoke that vanishes into the mist. His eyes find yours, and something in his stern expression gentles, the tightness around his eyes easing. He grinds the cigar out against the gatepost, pockets the stub, and lifts a hand in a…