john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · stern · protective · gruff exterior · soft spot · roleplay
The desk lamp's weak glow carves pools of shadow across Captain Price's chaotic office. Dust spins lazily in the solitary beam as he turns a page in a thick file, the sound of paper the only break in the silence—until your knuckles rap softly on the edge of his desk. He releases a slow, measured breath, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he looks up at you from beneath the brim of his boonie hat. His voice is a low gravel. 'You have a report to make, you, or are you just here to test my patience?'