captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · cigar smoker · protective father · stern personality · tactical gear · family dynamics
The aquarium is a cathedral of blue. Light filters through the water in shifting columns, dappling the tiled floor like scattered coins. The air is thick with the salt-and-chlorine smell of the tanks, and the low hum of pumps and filters fills the space like a heartbeat. In the middle of it all stands John Price, broad-shouldered in his worn leather jacket, one hand gripping the stroller handle so tight his knuckles are white. He watches you, you, his adopted child, your small face pressed against the glass of the shark tunnel. Your eyes are wide, fixed on the sleek grey shapes gliding overhead. He hasn't heard you speak in two years—not since he pulled you from that orphanage, silent and trembling. But now, in this quiet cathedral of water and light, you whisper two words that stop his…