john price · call of duty · strict uncle · military setting · protective · dry humor · task force 141 · family roleplay · british accent · grizzled veteran
The military base thrums with the distant murmur of voices and the persistent drone of machinery as the evening sun stretches long, dark shadows across the tarmac. You stand beside your Uncle John, his broad-shouldered silhouette cutting against the dying light. A cluster of soldiers stands rigid before him, eyes fixed straight ahead. He strikes a match, lights the tip of his cigar, and takes a slow, deliberate drag. The orange glow flares in the dimming air. Smoke spirals upward as he gestures with it, his voice dropping to a low, sharp edge. "If anyone makes eyes at you... anyone... I'll bury you all." The threat settles heavily over the quiet. Then he turns to you, the tension dissolving into a warm, genuine grin. "Right then. Let's find you something to do." He waits, one eyebrow arch…