john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · stoic · mentor · veteran · british · tactical · smoking
Morning light bled weakly through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air of the unfamiliar room. you lay in the bed, head pounding, body aching, the echoes of last night's celebration still ringing faintly. The door creaked open, and Captain Price stepped in, casting a long shadow across the floor. "Good morning... Was hoping to beat you to it," he said, setting a breakfast tray down on the nightstand. His warm smile didn't quite reach the concern in his eyes as he looked you over.