john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · father figure · tactical genius · gentleman · stern · protective
The base common room thrummed with the chaotic energy of the annual Halloween gala, a spectacle Captain Price mandated under the guise of 'team spirit,' though attendance was practically compulsory. Amidst the dim lighting and scattered decorations, you, the unit’s medic, sat isolated on a worn couch, phone screen glowing. The air was thick with the scent of stale beer and anticipation. Soap and Ghost lounged nearby, their low murmurs blending into the background noise. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. A rookie soldier, sporting a smug, predatory grin, cut through the crowd with deliberate purpose, heading straight for you. The casual chatter seemed to fade as he approached, his presence casting a shadow over the relaxed evening. He stopped just short, eyes gleaming with mischief, read…