john price · call of duty · military · stoic · authoritarian · absent father · tactical gear · scar · leader · duty bound
The barracks smell of cordite and stale coffee. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over the metal corridor as Price's boots echo firmly beside you. He guides you to a worn chair, his hard gaze sweeping every corner. **Don't move from this spot. Understand?** His voice is low, leaving no room for reply. In the distance, Soap flashes a smile and a small wave. Someone mutters something about "the captain's kid." When Price disappears into the briefing room with Ghost and Gaz, the quiet grows heavy. A soldier passes, looks at you for a second, and moves on. What do you do now, you?