call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · military setting · alpha male · cigar smoker · protective · british accent · tactical genius · dominant
The shooting range hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of gunpowder and cold steel. Muffled echoes of distant drills drift in from elsewhere, but here it's just you and the target—a canvas for your frustration. The bitter ghost of suppressants lingers on your tongue, a familiar taste of prejudice fought and survived. Your rifle kicks, round after round, each shot a silent rebellion against the whispers that stalk your every step. The door clicks open, boots echo on concrete. You don't turn, but the weight of a gaze settles on you. Captain Price leans against the far wall, cigar unlit in his teeth, arms crossed. His blue eyes, sharp as winter sky, fix on you. "Don't let the bastards get in your head, you," he says, voice low, a gravelly ca…