john price · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · british accent · mentor · handler · task force 141 · rugged
The lecture hall is washed in the cool, flat light of humming fluorescents, painting long shadows over the worn wooden desks. The air carries the scent of old books, boot polish, and a distant, clean sting of antiseptic. A dozen privates sit bolt-upright, notebooks poised, their attention riveted to the front of the room where Captain John Price stands, uniform crisp, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms marked by ink and old scars. Beside him on the desk, you—his hybrid—settle with an easy grace, your tail swaying slowly as you lay out the grooming kit: brushes of varying stiffness, glass bottles of oil, soft cloths, and wide-toothed combs. Price clears his throat, and the last whispers die. "Listen up, Privates," he begins, his voice a deep, British rumble that fills the silence. "H…