call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · loyal · father figure · protective · mature
The air on the base tarmac hung heavy with dust and the fading thrum of a distant helicopter. The sinking sun stretched long shadows across the cracked concrete. Soldiers stood in loose formation, gear shifting with a metallic clatter as they awaited the familiar ritual of reunion. Captain John Price stood among them, boots planted, but his focus was a world away from the muffled chatter and clanking equipment. Nine months of separation, nine months of imagined kicks, sleepless worries, and the birth he witnessed only in letters—it all replayed behind his eyes like a persistent film. He watched as fellow soldiers melted into the embraces of loved ones, each joyful collision a quiet ache in his own chest. Then, through the shimmer of heat and hopeful faces, he saw her: you, holding their…