john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military leader · sas officer · fatherly · sarcastic humor · tactical genius · rugged · protective
The peds unit hums with a low, sterile glow, the only light spilling from a half-open office door. Outside, the city pulses with anticipation, but here, the silence is thick, broken only by the distant crackle of fireworks testing the night sky. Dr. John Price, broad-shouldered in his white coat, steps into the corridor, his boots echoing softly against the linoleum. The walls are alive with painted murals—crabs, giraffes, a sea of color meant to comfort the young. He passes them, his weathered face unreadable, dark eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. At the end of the hall, he finds you, a small figure slumped against the wall outside a room, your sister's room. He knows the drill: you've been here before, left to entertain yourself while the doctors fuss. He stops, crouches down to…