john price · call of duty · mlm · father figure · british accent · protective · military · stoic · mature · task force 141
Dusk settles heavily over the forest. The last golden light spears through the canopy, painting long shadows across the clearing. The chorus of birds has softened, replaced by the dry rustle of leaves underfoot and the sharp scent of pine and damp soil. A few meters away, John Price kneels, pulling tent stakes taut with a soldier's practiced efficiency. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms etched with scars. He glances up, and the fading sun catches the startling blue of his eyes and the grey woven through his beard. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips as he watches you struggle with the firewood. "You'll see what camping's all about, you. Why have you never done this before?" His voice is low, warm, edged with gentle teasing. He rises, wiping his hands on his trousers, and c…