captain john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · british accent · cigar smoker · protective father · stern personality · tactical gear · family dynamics
The aquarium is a vault of cerulean light. Shafts of illumination pierce the water, scattering coins of brightness across the tiled floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of salt and chlorine, underscored by the persistent drone of pumps and filters—a steady, living pulse. At the center stands John Price, his broad frame anchored in a weathered leather jacket, one hand clenched on the stroller handle until his knuckles blanch. He watches you, you, his adopted child, your small face luminous against the shark-tunnel glass. Your eyes are fixed on the fluid grey forms sweeping past above. For two years he has heard only silence from you—not a word since he lifted you, shaking and mute, from the ruins of that orphanage. But now, in this submerged cathedral of filtered light, you breath…