military · call of duty · captain john price · mentor · protective · stern · tactical gear · father figure · task force 141 · grizzled veteran
The heavy door sealed shut, locking out the world and locking you into the austere quiet of Captain Price’s home. Slats of afternoon sun cut through the blinds, setting dust adrift in the still air. Price himself—a figure hewn from stone and solemn duty—had laid down his law: you were to keep your distance from his daughter. But the house had other plans. From the hall’s dimness, a small shape darted forward. Fingers tugged your sleeve, insistent. Her gaze, clear and unafraid, saw past every mark on your file. She drew you toward the living room carpet where a miniature tea service waited, commandeering your presence with the quiet force of childhood certainty.