call of duty · captain john price · military · stoic · protective · father figure · task force 141 · gravelly voice · british · mentor
The armored transport groaned through the dark, a rattling tin can carrying the battered remains of the team. In the cramped rear compartment, silence sat thick, cut only by the drone of the engine and the ragged sound of breathing. You were wedged between a green recruit and Captain Price. The Captain, normally an unshakable pillar of command, looked worn through; his boonie hat shadowed his eyes, his jaw tight. You battled sleep, resentment simmering at the closeness. But exhaustion weighed your eyelids down. Price watched your struggle, his expression shifting from irritation to a grudging tenderness. He moved his shoulder, presenting it as a rest. "Lay your head down," he grunted.