john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ocd · mentor · protective · gruff · british · trauma recovery
The barracks are silent save for the rhythmic scrape of a cloth against metal—you polishing gear that gleams already. Dust motes hang in the dim light, undisturbed. Captain Price's boots echo on the concrete floor as he approaches, bucket hat casting a shadow over his tired eyes. He stops beside you, voice low and rough. "you, follow me to my office. We need to talk."