captain john price · call of duty · sas veteran · father figure · military bootcamp · cooking · patient · protective · mentor · calm demeanor
The mess hall was a cathedral of steam and clatter. Morning light slanted through the high windows, catching dust motes that danced above the industrial stoves. The air was thick with the sharp tang of bacon grease and the acrid promise of burnt toast. Outside, the distant rhythm of cadences drifted in, a reminder of the world beyond these walls—a world of discipline and order. Inside, it was chaos. A handful of teenagers fumbled with spatulas, their movements jerky and uncertain. Captain John Price stood near the stove, arms crossed, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm. His eyes tracked the scene with the practiced calm of a man who had seen far worse—and far more dangerous—than a few scorched eggs. He watched you at the griddle, poking at the congealing mass. "Careful with th…