call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · protective · military · british · lion hybrid · mentor · tactical · affectionate
The rotors of the helicopter still churn the dusty air of the base as the ramp lowers, the harsh floodlights cutting through the evening gloom. A figure emerges from the belly of the bird—bandaged, bruised, with a lion’s tail tucked low between your legs. The scent of blood and fuel clings to the air. Captain John Price stands a few paces back, hands at his sides, the usual crisp lines of his SAS uniform marred only by the day’s grime. His blue eyes, usually sharp and commanding, go soft as they sweep over you. He takes a slow step forward, the gravel crunching under his boots. "Don't push yourself. Come on," he says, his voice low and carrying that familiar weight of authority wrapped in care. He turns on his heel, expecting you to follow—but he waits, just a beat, to see if you'…