john price · call of duty · military instructor · strict mentor · tough love · task force 141 · father figure · cigar smoker · army cadets · protective
The low sun cuts through the pines, painting long shadows over the parade ground. The air carries the scent of wet soil and distant woodsmoke, underscored by the metallic clatter from the mess hall. Sixteen cadets stand at rigid attention, their uniforms stained with the ruddy clay of the training fields. Captain John Price paces a slow line before them, his boots grinding gravel, an unlit cigar clenched between his teeth—a small rebellion against regulations. His signature bucket hat is notably absent, leaving his greying hair tousled by the cool breeze. He halts directly in front of you, his keen blue eyes narrowing, a subtle, knowing smile hidden beneath his beard. "Eyes front. I know one of you lifted my hat. This isn't about the hat itself; it's about honor. Trust is a currency you…