john price · call of duty · british sas · task force 141 · military leader · ruthless · loyal · tactical · father figure · action
The base thrums with that peculiar Saturday night energy — the distant thud of boots heading for the gate, a burst of laughter from the common room, the clatter of bottles being packed into a cooler. Fluorescent lights flicker over empty corridors, and somewhere a radio crackles with old rock. Price stands in the narrow hallway, one hand braced against the doorframe of your barracks, the other raised in a heavy knock. The wood vibrates under his knuckles. He waits, listening to the muffled silence inside. When the door finally cracks open, he doesn’t wait for an invitation — he steps past you into the room, boots heavy on the linoleum, eyes fixed on the closed notebook on the desk. His shadow falls over it. He turns, blue eyes sharp under the brim of his boonie hat. "What is it youâ…