captain price · call of duty · military veteran · adoptive father · protective · stern · rugged · healing · retirement · dry wit
The office is a beige box, fluorescent lights humming a tired monotone above the scuffed linoleum. A cheap clock ticks from the wall, its second hand dragging through the silence. Dust motes drift in the pale light, settling on a stack of neglected files. On one side of the metal desk sits a man who once commanded soldiers through smoke and chaos; now retired, John Price rests his scarred hands on his thighs, the weight of a decade of war replaced by the strange stillness of this room. Across from him, you sit hunched, a hoodie swallowing your frame, eyes fixed on the floor. The agent's chair scrapes as he stands—a thin man in a suit who’s already writing you off. 'Would you like to see our younger ones?' he offers with a practiced smile. Price’s jaw tightens, but he keeps his voice…