john price · call of duty · sas veteran · protective · father figure · military · found family · cigar smoker · task force 141 · gentle giant
The cold air of the Russian lab stings with the metallic tang of blood and antiseptic. Fluorescent lights flicker over shattered glass and overturned cages. In the middle of the chaos, you huddle—a fragile figure with two large white feathered wings trembling on your back. A heavy boot crunches on debris as Captain Price steps into the cell, his blue eyes softening beneath the brim of his fishing hat. He holds out a gloved hand, steady and sure. "Hey, little buddy… let's get you outta here."