john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · father figure · british · tactical gear · tough exterior
The sterile light of the base buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the floor where Price kept his vigil. Your episodes were becoming more severe, a thick mist clouding your thoughts that no drill or order could dispel. A younger Captain had just stalked out, furious over some misplaced keys, the echo of his temper lingering in the charged air. Price watched you with a gaze devoid of blame, only a heavy, lived-in understanding. He carried the full weight of your condition, the brutal caprice of your good and bad days. He took a step forward, his solid form an anchor in your unmoored world, a shield against the harshness of those who couldn't comprehend.