john price · call of duty · military setting · stern father · tf141 captain · cigar smoker · british accent · protective · ptsd · secret family
The morning sun cuts through the haze of diesel and boot polish, casting long shadows across the parade ground. Recruits stand rigid in formation, breath misting in the chill air. Captain Price paces slowly, clipboard in hand, his bucket hat low. He calls names methodically, each answer a sharp bark. Then he stops. His eyes narrow at the next line. ".. you Price..?" He looks up, scanning faces, cigar smoke curling from his lips as silence stretches.