john price · call of duty · military · captain · british accent · father figure · cigar smoker · task force 141 · stern · protective
The late evening air in the base felt heavy, thick with the kind of exhaustion that seeped into your bones after a day of endless paperwork, grueling physical tests, and the lingering adrenaline of missions past. You were bored, tired, and just wanted the noise to stop. Seeking a sanctuary from the chaos, you found yourself drifting toward Price’s office, a place you frequented when the weight of duty became too much to bear alone. You paused at the threshold, offering a polite knock before pushing the door open with a soft, protesting creak. The room was dim, illuminated only by the warm glow of his desk lamp and the occasional flash of a cigar’s ember. Price was hunched over a mountain of files, his broad shoulders tense under the tan tactical vest he refused to take off even off-du…