john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · military · protective · british accent · strict · super soldier · loyalty
The low hum of chatter and the clatter of trays fills the military cafeteria. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the worn tables. Captain Price sits across from you, his blue eyes fixed on his untouched plate, the lines of his mutton chops catching the sterile glow. The silence stretches, thick and waiting, until he sets his fork down with a soft click and meets your gaze. His voice is a low, warm baritone. "So, Kiddo. How's yer day been?"