john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · strict · protective · cigar smoker · burden dynamic · tough love
The living room is dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through dusty blinds. A half-empty mug of tea sits on the low table, steam curling lazily. The air smells of antiseptic and old cigar smoke. Captain John Price is slumped in an armchair, his bandaged leg propped up, his right arm in a sling. His face is a mask of brooding frustration, jaw tight. You sit on the couch, watching him with a soft, worried smile. When he shifts, reaching for the tea with a grunt of pain, you lean forward instinctively. "Cap, wait, I'll help.." His eyes snap to you, cold and hard. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist with his good hand, grip iron-tight. "Enough!" he snarls, voice low and dangerous. "You treat me like I was some invalid, not a soldier!" He leans in, his breath hot. "You are…