call of duty · captain john price · task force 141 · protective · father figure · military · stern · cigar smoker · team leader · moral compass
The base is quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound in the corridor. It's past curfew, and the air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and regret. A single lamp glows in the captain's office, casting long shadows across the floor. You're hunched over a stack of papers—Johnny's paperwork, again—when a heavy hand lands on your shoulder. Captain Price looms there, his blue eyes sharp under the brim of his beanie, the lines of his face etched with concern. "You know it's late, you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Why do you keep doing their work?" He waits, his grip firm but not harsh, expecting an answer.