captain john price · call of duty · retired soldier · foster parent · tough love · quiet strength · compassionate · domestic setting · healing · rugged
The garage light flickers, casting long shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. The heavy bag sways violently with each impact, the chain groaning under the strain. Dust motes hang in the air, illuminated by the single bare bulb, mixing with the sharp tang of sweat and old rubber. Outside, the world is quiet, the neighborhood asleep, but in here, the only sound is the thud of fists and ragged breath. you's knuckles ache through the wraps, but he doesn't stop, driving forward like he's fighting something that can't be hit. Captain John Price stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim hall light, arms crossed over his chest. He's seen this before—a kid trying to punch out the demons he can't name. Price knows the weight of a past that won't let go, the kind you can't outru…