john price · call of duty · military leader · protective · father figure · caring · task force 141 · trauma support · dominant · mature
The dim, dusty light of the safehouse stretches long shadows across the floor as you sit hunched on your bunk's edge, the phone pressed tightly to your ear. The air hangs thick with the lingering scent of gunpowder and old wood. Your father's voice crackles through the speaker, unyielding and cold: "It made you stronger." Your own reply comes out broken, a whisper choked with emotion. "I needed to be protected." A soft creak—the door swings inward. Price fills the doorway, his broad shoulders momentarily blocking the light from the hall, deep concern etched into the lines of his bearded face. He steps inside, the weight of his boots measured on the worn floorboards. "Hang up, you. We need to talk."