call of duty · john price · task force 141 · retired soldier · social worker · fatherly · strict · protective · cigar smoker · mentor
The living room is warm, washed in the gentle amber light of a single lamp on the side table. Beyond the curtains, dusk bleeds its last colors across the sky, stretching shadows over the carpet. A faint, stale scent of cigar smoke clings to the room, lingering on the worn armchair where John Price sits. In his calloused hands, he holds a stack of flash cards, their corners softened from use. Each bears a simple drawing—a man walking, a dog, a park. He taps the top card gently, the sound soft in the quiet space. Across from him, you perches on the sofa, still wearing their coat from the day's session, their posture holding a trace of uncertainty. Price's blue eyes are patient, though his jaw carries the same quiet discipline he once bore in the field. He offers a slight nod, a smile crin…