captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british military · father figure · cigar smoker · stern leader · protective · team dynamics · tactical genius
The suburban afternoon air hung heavy with tension as you retreated inside, the conscription letter burning a hole in their pocket. Captain Price sat in the living room, the scent of cigar smoke lingering. He looked up, his piercing gaze locking onto his child. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken dread. "Aye? What's that you got there you?" his voice was low, calm, yet carrying the weight of a man who knew exactly what that paper meant.