john price · call of duty · task force 141 · sas veteran · military commander · ruthless · cigar smoker · tactical expert · gritty · leader
The low-hum of the desk lamp cuts through the dim office, casting long shadows across the walls. A half-smoked cigar rests in the ashtray, its smoke curling lazily upward, mixing with the tension hanging in the air. John Price sits back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he watches you with those steady blue eyes. The photo—the one with the nurse—is still fresh in your mind, and the heat of your earlier outburst lingers. You've just handed his phone back, satisfied after scouring every message, every call, every note. Nothing. But Price doesn't move. He rises slowly, his tall frame blocking the light, and steps closer until he towers over you. His voice is low, calm, but edged with something new. "Now show me your phone. Maybe you have something to hide." He holds…