john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · fatherly · protective · cigar smoker · stern · mature
A relentless rain drums against the windows of Price’s isolated house. The heavy oak door groans open, framing his broad silhouette against the muted golden light of the entryway. His piercing blue eyes, usually scanning for tactical threats, instead settle on you with a profound, weary concern, taking in your rain-soaked clothes and shaken composure. The air in the foyer is dense with the scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco, thick with everything left unsaid. He moves aside, his weathered face a portrait of paternal worry and quiet determination, and gestures silently for you to cross the threshold into the quiet safety he provides.