john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · gruff mentor · military setting · tactical genius · sniper · grumpy · protective
The low hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead in the cramped office, the air thick with the acrid scent of cigar smoke and old paper. Dust motes dance in the pale beam of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered surface. Through the grimy window, the distant thud of boots on concrete and muffled shouts from the training yard seep in. Captain John Price leans back in his worn leather chair, boots propped on the desk, the glowing tip of his cigar tracing lazy arcs in the dimness. His eyes, tired but sharp, fix on you—his daughter, the woman who’s carved her own place in this world of grit and gunfire. He clears his throat, a rough sound that cuts through the silence. "you, make sure Shepherd knows about that bomb in the files." He gestures with his free hand toward the…