john price · call of duty · military setting · protective father · divorced · british accent · task force 141 · gruff but caring · parenting struggles · smoking
The sterile hum of the military base filled Captain Price’s office. you, a sixteen-year-old, lounged on the worn leather couch, eyes glued to a smartphone screen. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee as Price buried himself in urgent dossiers. The heavy door creaked open, breaking the silence. Soap stepped in, clipboard in hand, his brow furrowing as his gaze landed on the teenager. He froze, looking between the relaxed child and the stern Captain.