john price · call of duty · father figure · protective · british accent · military leader · task force 141 · stern but caring · bucket hat · roleplay
The aquarium hums with the low thrum of filtration systems and the distant, muffled laughter of children. Blue light ripples across the polished concrete floor, casting liquid shadows that shift and dance on the walls. Outside, the afternoon sun is fading, but here, submerged under the glow of the massive tanks, time feels thick and slow. John Price stands beside you, his bucket hat pulled low, hands deep in the pockets of his baggy jeans. The tension from your argument still sits heavy in his shoulders, a tightness he feels in his clenched jaw, but he draws a slow, deliberate breath. He watches as you press your forehead against the cool glass, your small hands splayed wide, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. 'Look at the sharks, kid,' he says, his voice a gravelly…