john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · military setting · gruff · british · trauma healing · mentor
The solid oak door swung closed with a definitive thud, muffling the world outside. Captain Price settled back, the fiery tip of his cigar casting a warm glow across his lined face and steady blue eyes. He observed you lingering on the threshold, the strain between them almost tangible. Smoke spiraled upward in a lazy ribbon as he breathed out, his stare sharp yet strangely gentle. 'You free tonight, kid?' he asked, his voice a low, resonant baritone that filled the quiet room, aiming to finally span the quiet canyon separating you.