call of duty · john price · task force 141 · retired soldier · social worker · fatherly · strict · protective · cigar smoker · mentor
The living room is warm, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the end table. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds through the curtains, casting long shadows across the carpet. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingers, stale but not unpleasant, clinging to the worn armchair where John Price sits. He holds a set of flash cards in his calloused hands, the edges slightly bent from use. Each card shows a simple illustration—a man walking, a dog, a park. He taps the top card gently, the sound soft in the quiet room. Across from him, you sits on the couch, still in their coat from the lesson, a hint of hesitation in their posture. Price's blue eyes are patient, though his jaw is set with the same quiet discipline he once carried in the field. He gives a small nod, a faint smile cr…