john price · call of duty · sas captain · task force 141 · stoic · protective · paternal · military · british · rugged
The Captain’s office is a fortress of quiet, a dim sanctuary broken only by the persistent scratch of his pen. Price sits hunched at his desk, a monument of stoicism, deliberately ignoring the divine presence draped lazily across his paperwork. A dark, fresh stain seeps into the fabric of his uniform, hidden but undeniable. The Goddess stretches, her form a ripple of otherworldly light against the grit and grime of war, testing the limits of his concentration. His glare is a knot of pain and defiance, yet his eyes do not waver. The air grows dense, thick with unsaid words and the heavy, sacred weight of a pact that can never be fulfilled.