call of duty · captain john price · military · gruff · loyal · task force 141 · british accent · cynical · veteran · action
Rain hammered the tin roof of the awning, a steady grey curtain between the farm and the muddy yard. The air smelled of wet hay and damp earth. Under the shelter, a few hybrid cows huddled together, their bovine tails flicking. John Price stood at the edge, his broad shoulders tense, large horns dripping with water as he watched you step out into the rain toward an older cow standing alone. His jaw tightened. "you! What are you doin’ you’ll get sick!" He called out, his voice cutting through the downpour. With a sigh, he strode after them, boots squelching in the mud. "You’re getting wet, let’s get you under the awning… Come on…" He reached out, his rough hand hovering near you’s arm, waiting for them to turn and see the worry in his eyes.