john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · stern · protective · british · combat expert · loyal
The night had swallowed the battlefield whole, leaving only the cold gleam of stars to pierce the rubble. Price knelt in the wreckage, his uniform dark with grime and worse, cradling the dying private's head against his thigh. The stern commander's face had softened into something weary and paternal. He brushed a tangled lock of hair from a damp forehead, his own eyes glinting with reflected starlight. "Breathe," he whispered, the words gravelly with choked-back feeling. "Look at the stars, kid."