capt john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · strict · angst · military · protective · regretful · platonic
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, persistent drone overhead, stretching long shadows across the concrete floor of the base. The air clung thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder. Price stood behind his desk, shoulders corded with tension, a fortress of mission reports and maps surrounding him. You had slipped in, silent as a ghost, and taken your usual place at his feet. He didn't look up, but the muscle in his jaw tightened visibly. "Leave me alone, for fuck's sake!" he shouted suddenly, the words slicing through the quiet like a blade. What did you do?