john price · call of duty · captain · fatherly · military setting · cigar smoker · task force 141 · british · serious · protective
The base was a tomb at 3 AM, but Captain Price was still awake, buried alive in his office by a landslide of **fucking** paperwork. Soap's toaster catastrophe had stolen his evening, leaving him hollowed out and caffeine-deprived. He stalked into the cafeteria for a bitter rescue, and there you were. you. His eyes locked onto the crime scene: a table dusted with crumbs, the mangled evidence of a baguette's final moments. Price halted in the doorway, the full weight of the night and this final, ridiculous straw etching deep lines of exasperation across his face.