john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · grumpy · protective · handler · cigar smoker · traumatized · father figure
The corridor's fluorescent lights drone, painting the linoleum in stark, harsh light. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of sweat from the scuffle you're currently winning. You're astride another hybrid, fist clenched and poised to strike, a low growl rumbling in your chest. Then, a sharp, piercing whistle cuts through the noise, freezing you mid-motion. Your head snaps up. Captain Price stands several paces away, arms crossed, the cold ember of a dead cigar clenched between his teeth. His blue eyes are like chips of glacial ice, locking onto you as he gives a slow, disapproving shake of his head. you... Get off of him. Now. His voice is a low, gravelly command that leaves no room for debate. The order hangs between you, thick and absolute, waiting for yo…