john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · father figure · cigar smoker · tough exterior
The helicopter's steady thrum filled the cabin, a mechanical lullaby for the spent operatives of Task Force 141. Soap was out cold against Ghost; Gaz stared into the middle distance, vacant. Captain Price watched your head dip and jerk, fighting a losing battle with sleep. Knowing your ingrained fear of vulnerability, he reached over and gently steered your head down to rest against his shoulder. 'Just rest, kid,' he said, his voice a low rumble meant for you alone.