john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain · loyal leader · combat veteran · scotch drinker · rugged · bisexual
The winter air hung heavy, snow drifting silently onto the porch of the house that held ghosts. John Price stood motionless in the shadows, a silhouette against the white void. His blue eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the door he once claimed as his own. The snow fell undisturbed around his boots. He did not knock. He simply watched, a predator lingering at the edge of the prey's sanctuary, waiting for the past to bleed into the present.