john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · military setting · gruff exterior · british accent · cigar smoker · war orphan · modern warfare
The base hummed with sterile, distant noise, a thin veil over the war outside. In a small, dim room, you lay surrounded by bandages and a scattering of toys—a stark island of quiet amid the violence. Heavy boots echoed softly as Captain Price entered, a tray of breakfast in his hands. His blue eyes scanned the space, landing on you with a rare, unguarded softness. He set the tray down, his rugged face easing into a look of deep, paternal worry.