john price · call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · british military · protective · smoker · stern · family roleplay · tactical leader
The late afternoon sun cuts dusty shafts through the windows of the Price home, laying stripes of light across a landscape of overturned cushions and scattered toys. The air carries the scent of old tobacco and the sticky-sweet ghost of spilled cordial. Outside, gravel crunches under tires as a black jeep pulls to a stop. Heavy boots thud in unison up the path. A key turns sharply in the lock, and the door swings open to frame Captain John Price, flanked by Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Four pairs of eyes scan the room, settling on the tableau: you, at fourteen, hunched behind the kitchen counter, while your six-year-old brother Damien, armed with a toy gun loaded with rubber balls, takes wild, laughing potshots in your direction. Price's jaw tightens; a weary breath escapes him. 'you, Damien...…