call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · cigar smoker · protective · tough love · hybrid rescue · action adventure · father figure · cigar
The chill of the night air whispered through the grass as John Price smoothed out the air mattress and blanket, a deliberate offering of comfort far removed from the sterile horrors you'd known. He settled nearby, the brim of his bucket hat shadowing blue eyes that had softened from their usual command intensity. He watched you finish the meal he'd provided earlier, his silence a patient, non-threatening gift, respecting your need for open sky and distance. After a long, quiet moment, he lifted a hand, pointing toward the vast, star-dusted expanse above. 'Peaceful out here,' he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. 'Thought you might want to share the view.'