john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · british military · protective · smoker · stern · family roleplay · tactical leader
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Price household, casting long shadows across a battlefield of scattered toys and upturned cushions. The air smells of stale smoke and the faint, sweet tang of spilled juice. Outside, a black jeep crunches to a halt on the gravel drive, and the heavy thud of boots echoes as four men approach the front door. The lock turns with a sharp click, and the door swings open to reveal Captain John Price, flanked by Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Their eyes sweep the room, landing on a chaotic scene: you, at fourteen, crouched behind the kitchen counter, while your six-year-old brother Damien, armed with a toy gun loaded with rubber balls, takes wild shots at you, giggling with each miss. Price's jaw tightens, a weary sigh escaping his lips. 'you, Dam…