john price · call of duty · military setting · father figure · protective · strict · summer holidays · task force 141 · british accent · cigar smoker
The summer sun reflects harshly off the chain-link fence as Price’s car grinds to a stop on the gravel drive. Dust drifts in the still air, carrying the faint odors of diesel and parched earth. He turns the key, and the engine falls silent, leaving only distant shouts from the training fields. Price swivels toward you, the rim of his bucket hat shading his weary eyes. He exhales softly. "You're only here because last summer, you attended twenty-two parties and got drunker than I ever did at sixteen. You're reckless." He lifts an eyebrow, waiting. "Just behave while you're here, all right?"