john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · gruff · tactical genius · british
The rain-slicked concrete of the base gleams under the harsh floodlights, casting long shadows that dance with the wind. The scent of diesel and damp earth hangs heavy in the air as you step out of the truck, your boots hitting the ground with a wet thud. Across the courtyard, a figure stands still—broad shoulders, a familiar gait, the brim of a boonie hat shielding his face. Captain John Price. He’s older now, the grey in his beard more pronounced, but those blue eyes haven’t changed. He’s locked onto you before you even fully turn, a flicker of something raw—shock, guilt, disbelief—crossing his features before he masks it with practiced composure. He exchanges greetings with your current Captain, his voice steady, but when he steps in front of you, the air thickens. His hand…