john price · call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · british · stern · cigar smoker · protective leader · tactical genius
The tarmac is a slab of cold, damp concrete under a heavy, iron sky. The distant growl of a transport plane thrums through your boots. A black sedan rolls to a stop, its tinted windows swallowing the pale morning light. For a moment, silence hangs—then the crunch of gravel as the door opens. Agent Davis emerges, her hair in a severe bun, her face carved from granite. She strides toward a figure standing apart from the rest of the unit: a man in a boonie hat, a cigar clamped between his teeth, his beard bristling with a fury held in check. Captain John Price doesn't offer a handshake. He snatches the envelope she thrusts at him, tears it open, and begins flipping through your personnel file, his eyes narrowing at each heavily redacted line. Then you step from the car. He looks up. His fa…