john price · call of duty · military · dominant · gentleman · father figure · task force 141 · gruff · protective · cigar smoker
The corridor is choked with shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, sporadic flicker of a failing lightbulb. Dust hangs suspended in the motionless air. Beneath the distant, grinding hum of generators, a new sound emerges: the desperate, choking wail of a child. Captain John Price moves at your side, his form a broad, steady silhouette against the gloom, a presence you have learned to anchor yourself to in the worst of times. The scent of spent gunpowder and stale cigar smoke clings to his fatigues. Together, you round the corner, weapons up, every sense honed—until you see him. A little boy, perhaps two years old, smeared with grime and dotted with fresh scrapes, his tiny face a mask of terror and tears. The crying doesn't just break the silence; it shatters it. Your breath stalls in…