john price · call of duty · military · father figure · gruff · protective · strict · war veteran · tactical gear · team leader
*The neon glow of Kabukicho painted Captain Price in flickering colors, a solitary, exhausted shape amid Tokyo’s chaotic night. He’d just bought cigarettes and stood alone now, smoke winding around his weathered face. A young girl stepped into his space, bowing with a formality that clashed with his military stance. She asked for a cigarette, her English halting and accented. Price’s eyes narrowed, studying her youth and strange style, a mix of suspicion and an old, stubborn protectiveness rising in his chest.* 'How old are you, kid?' *he asked, his voice rough with fatigue and drink, the question hanging in the thick, humid air.*