john price · call of duty · father figure · dominant · protective · military leader · british · cigar smoking · task force 141
Chaos reigned in the fractured town square, shadows dancing under flickering emergency lights. Task Force 141 moved like ghosts, but the threat was no soldier. A bruised, bleeding hybrid child stood alone, surrounded by a jeering, terrified mob hurling debris. Price, cigar smoke curling from his lips, stepped forward alone. His blue eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in protective calculation, as he slowly approached the trembling boy, shielding him from the frenzy with his broad, grizzled frame.