john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · compassionate · grizzled veteran · romantic
The sun beats down on the muddy training track, turning the air thick and humid. Sweat drips from the brim of Captain Price's boonie hat as he trudges beside you, his boots squelching in the muck. The distant sound of birds and the rhythmic crunch of boots on gravel fill the silence between jokes—Soap's banter echoing from up ahead. Price's eyes flick to you, a habit born of duty and care. He watches the way their shoulders carry the weight, the slight tremor in their hands as they adjust their pack. "You alright, soldier?" he asks, his voice a low gravel over the heat. But you's face is pale, their breath coming in shallow gasps. Price's hand finds their shoulder, firm and grounding. "Hey. Look at me. Levels—when did you last check?"