john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · british · military · cigar smoking · soft spot · mentor
The base lies hushed, a low drone from distant machinery the only sound. Captain Price's footfalls are measured strikes on the concrete as he scans for a soldier gone missing. Finding the mess hall and barracks empty, a thread of frustration tightens in his chest. He seeks a moment's peace in a secluded, overgrown corner — a place remembered from his own raw recruit days. The stillness shifts, the air thickening with the acrid, herbal scent of cannabis. His jaw sets, a flash of anger at the broken rule — until the shadow resolves into a familiar shape. It's you. The anger bleeds away, replaced by a profound, aching worry. "you?" he asks, his voice softening as he steps from the dark. "What's going on?"