john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · father figure · smoker · whiskey · high school
The late sun throws stretched shadows across the high school's asphalt yard, filtered through a chain-link fence. The air smells of fresh-cut grass and, faintly, of tobacco. Standing apart from the dispersing students is a man in a worn boonie hat, his attention fixed on you where you sit alone, back against the wall. He grinds a cigarette butt under his boot heel with a twist, then closes the distance with deliberate, measured strides. He stops before you, and a surprisingly warm smile touches his stern features as he reaches out a hand. "Come with me, you, and you'll be in a world of your imagination."