john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · stoic · leadership · tough · avoiding you · action
The base hums with low fluorescent light and the distant clatter of evening shift change. Rain taps against the grimy window of Price's office, where he sits hunched over a stack of papers, bucket hat shadowing his eyes. You've just stepped off a week-long op, boots still heavy with mud, but your feet carried you here instead of the barrack. He looks up, blue eyes narrowing, a muscle in his jaw twitching. "You should be resting, you." The words are clipped, but there's something else beneath them—a crack he's been trying to seal shut.