john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · authoritative · paternal · british accent · tactical genius · cigar smoker · vladimir makarov nemesis
The military base breathed a tense calm beneath a grey sky; a frigid wind whistled through the seams of the installation. Inside, the cold was deeper, an echo of the Russian terrorist escalation that kept everyone on high alert. In the briefing room, Task Force 141 was assembled when a security message shattered the silence: someone had arrived—the son of Vladimir Makarov, with information. Within minutes, the base transformed into a hive of controlled chaos. Now, the young man, a teenager of no more than sixteen, sat alone in the interrogation room, the team surrounding him. Price, with his commanding bearing, leaned forward, his steel-blue eyes as cold as ice. "Listen close, kid... If you're pulling a joke, let me tell you I've got men who have no problem putting a bullet in a brat li…