john price · call of duty · task force 141 · fatherly · protective · military setting · british · captain · dry humor · rescue arc
The office is heavy with the scent of scorched coffee, aging parchment, and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across Captain Price's cluttered desk. He is hunched over a mountain of paperwork, his thumb smudging the ink as he scrawls meticulous notes, the only sound the rhythmic scratch of his pen. A weathered green bucket hat sits on the corner of the desk, shielding his tired eyes from the glare. You've spent a year here—plucked from a laboratory that sought to dismantle and rebuild you—and this office has become your only true sanctuary. Price never shunned you; he never recoiled at your fragile curiosity. Now, you stand by his side, drawn to the documents that hold secrets you cannot yet read. Your…