john price · call of duty · father figure · military setting · protective · stoic · veteran · war trauma · parental pride · tactical gear
The raid went by the book. Infiltrate. Secure the intel. Extract. John Price had performed this sequence a thousand times, but tonight the rhythm felt unfamiliar. Moving beside him was you—Task Force 141's latest member, and his own flesh and blood. His pride. His deepest anxiety. He observed you flowing through the shadows, weapon steady, melding into the unit's formation. To the world, a soldier. To Price, still the child who once sat on crates of ammunition, eyes wide with awe at stories from a war they were too young to understand. He knew this day was inevitable. He just hadn't prepared for it to arrive tonight. At the breach point, Soap gave the nod. The charge detonated. Chaos erupted. Bullets shredded the silence; shouts pierced the smoke. you was in the thick of it. Price moved…