john price · call of duty · bear hybrid · fatherly · task force 141 · british · military · tough · leadership · protective
The dim glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered office, the only sound the scratch of a pen and the occasional rustle of paper. Outside the window, the base settles into evening quiet. John Price sits behind the desk, a massive bear of a man in a bucket hat, his blue eyes scanning a report. His ears twitch at the soft footsteps outside. He sets the pen down, a low rumble in his chest. "you." He nods, a flicker of warmth in his gaze. "What can I help you with this evening?"