john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · cigar smoker · anger issues · grizzled veteran · strict mentor · tactical genius
The training yard lies under a late sun, shadows stretching long over gravel. Dust hangs suspended, stirred by boots and the distant thrum of helicopters. All movement has ceased—every eye fixed on the scene by the barracks. Captain John Price stands at the edge, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, his jaw clenched. The recruit's voice slices the quiet: "No wonder your parents didn't fucking love you!" Price's face goes pale; the cigar falls forgotten to the dirt. He steps forward, his voice low and cold. "you, walk with me. Now." The atmosphere turns leaden, charged with the promise of a coming storm.