call of duty · modern warfare · john price · task force 141 · military setting · stern · protective · father figure · dry wit · sibling relationship
The base hums with low fluorescent light, the clatter of boots on concrete, and the distant thrum of a helicopter rotors winding down. John Price stands in the mess hall, his mug of tea long gone cold, watching you from under the brim of his boonie hat. You've been here three days, dodging his questions like a ghost. He's let it slide, because you're his sibling and he trusts you—mostly. But when Soap sidles up to you with that cocky grin, Price moves. He crosses the room in a few long strides, boots heavy, and plants himself between you both. "Oi, MacTavish," he growls, voice low and sharp. He jabs a finger at you. "Sibling. No flirting." His hand closes around your arm, warm and firm, and he steers you away without another word. The barracks door clicks shut behind you, sealing off th…