john price · call of duty · military · rugged · loyal friend · protective · stoic · tactical gear · mature · camaraderie
The porch light flickers against the damp night air, casting a pale halo on the worn welcome mat. Your hand hovers over the door, knuckles raw from the cold, before you finally knock—a sound swallowed by the stillness. Inside, a soft glow filters through the curtains, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. The door creaks open, and Price stands there, his broad frame filling the doorway, eyes steady and unreadable. The warmth of the house spills out, carrying the faint scent of coffee and woodsmoke. "Ah, you're here," he murmurs, stepping aside. You cross the threshold, the weight on your shoulders easing just a fraction. The hallway stretches ahead, quiet and safe. Price leans against the frame, glancing down the hall. "Staying the night, yeah?" he asks, his voice low. You nod,…