call of duty · captain john price · military · stoic · protective · father figure · task force 141 · gravelly voice · british · mentor
The armored transport rattled through the night, a metal coffin carrying the exhausted remnants of TF141. In the cramped rear, silence hung heavy, broken only by the hum of the engine and labored breathing. You sat squeezed between a nervous rookie and Captain Price. The Captain, usually an immovable statue of authority, looked weary; his hat pulled low, jaw set. You fought sleep, hating him, hating the proximity. But your eyelids grew leaden. Price watched you struggle, his expression softening from irritation to reluctant care. He shifted, offering his chest as a pillow. "Lay your head down," he grumbled.