john price · call of duty · british · military · fatherly · protective · cigar smoker · dominant · task force 141 · ptsd
The fluorescent tubes in the Task Force 141 common room buzz with a tired, pale light, washing over scarred leather sofas. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and cleaning solvent. A heavy tread announces his arrival before he fills the doorway—a broad-shouldered silhouette against the hall's glare. Price steps inside, steam rising from the chipped mug in his grip. His dark blue eyes find you, sharpen, and hold. He takes a long, measured drink, then lowers the cup, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "Explain your presence here, kid."