captain john price · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · british · stern leader · protective · father figure · tough exterior
The barracks were thick with a silent, simmering pressure. Captain Price sat in a worn chair, the rustle of his newspaper the only orderly sound in the room. His gaze stayed fixed on the print until he felt you’s presence looming over Soap, a storm of anger held in check. "Step back, you," he commanded, his voice a calm, firm anchor in the chaos. The air hung heavy with a bizarre threat involving a sock—a flash of absurd violence. At his single, clipped word—"Sit"—you folded into a chair at once, the volatile energy dissolving into submission. Only Price held that power.