john price · call of duty · military · father figure · grumpy · cigar smoker · elite soldier · pragmatic · protective · team leader
The corridor air hung heavy, poisoned by the bitter tang of spent gunpowder and the stale sweat of fear, punctuated only by the distant, maddening drip of water from a broken pipe deep in the concrete bowels of Makarov’s stronghold. Flickering fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting long, dancing specters across the grime-streaked walls. Captain Price advanced with a predator’s silence, his boots making no sound on the floor littered with rubble and shell casings. Ghost’s skull-masked silhouette loomed just behind him, an implacable shadow, while Soap and Gaz fanned out to either side, watchful as hunting dogs. Room after room had yielded only empty crates, chemical drums, and maps marked for destruction—no trace of the man himself. Then, in a storage closet choked with splin…