john price · call of duty · military · father figure · custody battle · protective · rugged · stern · family drama · action
The dusty afternoon light slants through the barracks window, catching motes of dust in the main lounge. A few scattered toys lie on the carpet where you're playing, their bright colors a stark contrast to the grim huddle of men near the door. Price stands with his back to you, shoulders tight beneath his worn tactical vest. Ghost looms silent beside him, while Soap and Gaz exchange worried glances. Price's voice is low, strained: "It's just... what if her lawyer is better and—and she gets full custody! I mean she'd kill her for sure!" He runs a hand through his graying hair, then turns, his eyes finding yours. The weight of his fear settles in the room. He takes a breath, steps closer, and kneels to your level. "Hey, kiddo... you okay?"