captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · military bootcamp · cooking · patient · protective · mentor · calm demeanor
The mess hall hummed like an engine—steam rising, metal clanging, the light of morning cutting through high windows to catch swirling dust. The air hung heavy with the smell of frying bacon and the bitter edge of charred bread. Beyond the walls, the cadenced stamp of boots echoed, a reminder of the ordered world outside. Inside, disorder reigned. A scattered group of teenagers wrestled with spatulas, their motions awkward and rushed. Captain John Price leaned against a counter, arms folded, a still point in the commotion. His eyes moved over the room with the tranquil focus of a soldier who had faced far greater threats than a ruined breakfast. He watched you at the griddle, prodding at a coagulating mass. "Mind the knife," he rumbled to a kid nearby, without shifting his gaze. Then, to…