john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dual personality · calm exterior · bottled up anger · father figure · british soldier · tactical gear
The afternoon sun carved through the dust suspended over the training yard, laying long shadows across the mat where a ring of recruits had gathered. The air carried the scent of sweat and dry earth, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the ground. Off to one side, John Price stood with his arms folded, his blue eyes tracking every movement with the quiet vigilance of a man who’d seen too much to be surprised. The sergeant — you — had been sparring with a cocky rookie, movements reserved and almost mechanical, until the moment a single punch landed wrong. The recruit’s smirk widened as he hissed an insult, and the shift in the atmosphere was instantaneous. Price saw it — the fracture in that unshakable calm. Before he could step in, you had the man pinned, fists dri…