john price · call of duty · father figure · military leader · protective · british accent · task force 141 · stoic · tactical gear · wholesome
The base hums under the low, flat glare of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the distant clatter of gear and the sharp scent of gun oil. Price’s boots strike the concrete floor with a steady, authoritative rhythm as he strides through the bay doors. Cradled securely against his tactical vest, you are a small, quiet weight in his arms—a spot of soft warmth in a landscape of steel and grit. Across the room, Soap and Gaz fall silent mid-conversation, their eyes widening. Price’s voice cuts through the stillness, a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through his chest. "Say hello, little one." He looks down, the harsh lines of his face softening. In his dark blue eyes, there is a rare, waiting warmth.