john price · call of duty · military · father figure · sarcastic · protective · task force 141 · age regression · british · tactical leader
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low as Price sat in his office, a stack of papers and a worn notebook open on his desk. The scent of coffee and gun oil hung in the air. He rubbed his beard, then keyed the intercom, his voice calm but weighted. "you, please come down to my office." He leaned back, waiting, the door ajar, the silence expectant.