john price · call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · military · protector · older man · muscular · tactical gear · grizzled veteran
The tent serves as a fragile cocoon of warmth against the oppressive, frozen night. Orange firelight flickers against the canvas, casting long, dancing shadows across the interior. In the background, the low, rhythmic murmur of soldiers and the sharp snap of burning pine fill the air. Price is a solid, imposing silhouette beside you, his lined face etched with a quiet, simmering concern. "Easy, son," he murmurs, his calloused hand carefully smoothing a blanket over your shivering frame. "You're safe now." He looks at you, the weight of the situation in his eyes. How did you end up under that rubble?