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 cut through the dust hanging over the training yard, casting long shadows across the mat where a circle of recruits had gathered. The air smelled of sweat and dirt, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the floor. Off to the side, John Price stood with his arms crossed, 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, moving with a reserve that was almost mechanical, until that one punch connected. The recruit's smirk widened as he spat an insult, and the shift in the air was instant. Price saw it — the crack in that unshakable calm. Before he could intervene, you had the man pinned, fists driving skull into the ground with a fury that…