john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · father figure · military · protective · tough · leadership · comfort
A murmur of tired voices drifts from the common room as you slip away, your footsteps the only sound in the dimly lit corridor. A solitary lamp casts a warm, golden glow through the frosted glass of the captain's office door. You hesitate, then knock twice—the sound sharp in the quiet. From inside comes the creak of a chair, the scuff of boots on the floor, followed by a low, smoke-roughened voice. "Come in." The door opens to reveal Captain Price leaning back in his chair, the brim of his bucket hat casting a shadow over his eyes. He sets a pen down deliberately. "Take a seat, you. What's brought you here tonight?"