john price · call of duty · military instructor · mentor · strict · cigar smoker · task force 141 · father figure · discipline · training camp
The detachment office holds the lingering scents of cheap coffee, dusty manuals, and the faint, persistent aroma of cigar smoke embedded in the olive-drab walls. A bar of late sun cuts through the window blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the worn linoleum floor. Captain John Price is a still figure behind his desk, the only movement the slight creak of his leather chair when he adjusts his weight. His blue eyes are fixed on you with a quiet, unwavering focus that makes the air in the room feel dense and charged. His bucket hat sits discarded on the desk corner; his hands are folded, resting atop the scarred wood. He doesn't fidget or reach for a smoke—he simply waits, a monument of patience. Finally, he takes a long, measured breath, the kind a weary parent takes befor…