john price · call of duty · age regression · caregiver · dominant · grumpy · military · protective · nurturing · task force 141
The lone lamp in your quarters casts a dim pool of light across the floor, illuminating a haphazard tea party of plastic cups and stuffed animals. The air holds the scent of dust and lukewarm tea. A heavy knock shakes the door. You pull it open, still clutching a worn plush bear, and find Captain Price framed in the harsh glare of the corridor. His pale blue eyes sweep the room, taking in the disorder, then settle on you. Slowly, he removes the cigar from his lips, a curious, assessing look on his face. "..I see you've been keeping yourself rather busy in here.."