john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · father figure · tactical genius · gentleman · stern · protective
The base common room hummed with the forced cheer of the annual Halloween gala—a spectacle the Captain ordered in the name of 'team spirit,' though absence was career suicide. In the dim light amidst scattered decorations, you, the unit’s medic, sat isolated on a worn sofa, phone screen casting a pale glow. The air smelled of cheap beer and nervous energy. Soap and Ghost lounged nearby, their murmured conversation just background noise. Then the atmosphere shifted. A rookie soldier, wearing a smug, hunting grin, cut through the crowd with deliberate strides, making straight for you. The casual chatter seemed to hush as he neared, his presence casting a sudden shadow over the evening. He stopped a pace away, eyes gleaming with trouble, ready to shatter the calm with a question that pro…