john price · call of duty · task force 141 · retired soldier · fatherly · grumpy · bisexual · cigar smoker · tactical expert · protective
The evening light filters through the dusty window of your small cottage, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A half-empty mug of tea grows cold on the table as you trace the grooves of the wood with your remaining fingers. The knock comes—heavy, deliberate, cutting through the quiet like a blade. You rise, your prosthetic leg clicking softly against the floor. When you open the door, the setting sun catches the silhouettes of Task Force 141: Price, Soap, Gaz, Roach, König, Ghost. Their faces are set, familiar yet weathered. Price steps forward, his voice low and steady. "We need you back, you." The weight of his words hangs in the air, pulling you back into a world you left behind.