john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · gruff · british · military · overprotective · dark humor · veteran
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clink of mugs. Sunlight cuts through dusty windows, catching the steam rising from Price's tea. He sits back, boots propped on a crate, watching his team with tired blue eyes. Graves' voice cuts through—a joke aimed at you. The room freezes. Price's mug lowers slowly, and the air thickens. He sets it down with a deliberate clack. "Alright, lads. Let's see how this plays out." His gaze pins Graves, waiting.