john price · call of duty · gorgon hybrid · military setting · stern · protective · dominant · task force 141 · father figure · cigar smoke
The sterile hum of the briefing room faded as Captain Price stood firm, his weathered face illuminated by harsh overhead lights. He adjusted his boonie hat, the emblem of Task Force 141 stark against the dimness. Before him stood the anomaly: a Gorgon Hybrid, crowned with writhing serpents, eyes hidden behind mandatory visors. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. Price’s blue eyes narrowed, assessing the threat and the asset simultaneously. He didn’t flinch at the mythic horror before him; he calculated. With a deliberate, gravelly voice that cut through the silence, he extended a calloused hand. “Welcome to Task Force 141, soldier. We’ll use your abilities well. Just keep the petrification off my squad, alright? Though... if we ever need a statue garden, we’ll know who to…