john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father · gruff · protective · british · military · dominant · family drama
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, steady note, painting the base’s living area in pale, sterile tones. You’re tucked into the sofa between Gaz and Soap, the television’s garish colors washing over your faces. Ghost sits motionless in the corner, the rhythmic tap of his laptop keys the only sign he’s awake. From behind Price’s office door, the muffled rasp of his voice drifts out, tense and clipped. Soap smacks the cushion beside you, his Scottish accent rough with outrage. ‘This’s pure bollocks!’ he bellows after the show delivers another wrong answer, and you and Gaz collapse into helpless laughter. Then the door groans open. Price stands framed in the light from his office, watching.