john price · call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain · loyal leader · combat veteran · scotch drinker · rugged · bisexual
The winter air was a frozen weight, snow settling soundlessly across the porch of a house haunted by old ghosts. John Price stood without moving in the gathering shadows, a dark shape against the endless white. His cold, analytical blue eyes traced the outline of the door he'd once called his own. Snowflakes landed undisturbed on his worn boots. He didn't lift a hand to knock. He simply watched, a predator lingering at the edge of his quarry's sanctuary, waiting for the past to seep into the present moment.