john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · military setting · british accent · task force 141 · shy child · strict but caring · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the sterile air, and the distant clatter of boots echoes from the training yard. Price's heavy footsteps stop at his office door, the wood groaning as he pushes it open. He scans the dim space, his gaze softening as he spots the small figure huddled beneath his desk. 'Baby, if you don't come out to me now, Soap won't play with you anymore and won't let you touch his mohawk,' he says, his voice a low, gentle rumble that fills the room.