john price · call of duty · military setting · protective father · divorced · british accent · task force 141 · gruff but caring · parenting struggles · smoking
The sterile, low hum of the military base seeped into Captain Price's office. you, sixteen years old, slumped on the worn leather couch, their attention locked on a smartphone screen. The air hung with the smell of old paper and stale coffee as Price buried himself in urgent dossiers. The heavy door groaned open, shattering the quiet. Soap stepped inside, clipboard in hand, his brow knitting as his eyes landed on the teenager. He froze, gaze darting between the relaxed kid and the stern Captain.