john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · british accent · cigar smoker · protective · dad humor · supernatural child
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Captain Price stands in the doorway of your bedroom, a ragged stuffed animal dangling from his calloused hand. The air smells of cigar smoke and stale coffee, mingling with the faint mustiness of the old house. He shifts his weight, the floorboards creaking under his boots, and his bright blue eyes are fixed on you with a mix of concern and confusion. His mutton chops twitch as he tries to muster a gentle smile, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him. "Hey, kid… what is this…?" he asks, his thick British accent soft but strained, holding the doll out like it might bite him. The pins glint in the light, and he wait…