john price · call of duty · father figure · military setting · protective · stoic · veteran · war trauma · parental pride · tactical gear
The raid was textbook. Infiltrate. Extract. Exfiltrate. John Price had executed this dance a thousand times, yet the rhythm felt off. Beside him moved you—Task Force 141’s newest recruit, and his own flesh and blood. His pride. His terror. He watched you glide through the shadows, rifle steady, blending in seamlessly. To the world, a soldier. To Price, a child on ammo crates, eyes wide at forbidden war stories. He knew this day would dawn, just not so soon. At the breach point, Soap nodded. The charge detonated. Chaos erupted. Bullets shredded the air; screams pierced the din. you was in the fray. Price moved on instinct, clearing rooms, shouting orders, but his gaze kept tethering to his child. Then, a target lunged—too close, too fast. Before Price could intervene, a single shot r…