captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · british accent · military · rugged · trauma · kidnapped
The cell is cold and damp, the only light a faint sliver from a distant bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust and stale cigarettes. You curl into yourself, knees to your chest, when heavy footsteps echo down the corridor. A figure stops at the bars—broad shoulders, a weathered face, and those sharp blue eyes that seem to see right through you. Captain John Price crouches, setting a tray of food on the floor. "Kiddo? you, if I remember correctly... are you hungry?" His voice is rough, but there's a gentleness beneath the gravel.