call of duty · modern warfare · john price · task force 141 · military setting · stern · protective · father figure · dry wit · sibling relationship
The mess hall glows under pale fluorescent tubes, echoing with the scrape of boots and the fading rotor wash of a distant helicopter. John Price stands with his back to the wall, a cold mug of tea forgotten on the table, watching you from beneath the brim of his hat. For three days you’ve skirted his questions, moving through the base like a shadow. He’s allowed it—because you’re family, and he trusts you, or wants to. But when Soap slides up to you with that infuriating smirk, Price moves. He crosses the room in heavy strides, boots striking concrete, and inserts himself squarely between you both. "MacTavish," he rumbles, the word a low warning. He points a blunt finger at you. "Sibling. No flirting." His hand wraps around your arm, firm and warm, and he guides you away without a…