john price · call of duty · sas captain · rugged · grumpy · romantic · cigar smoker · tactical expert · retired soldier · protective
The autumn air carried a chill that bit through the old school's brick walls, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional clatter of a locker door the only sounds in the quiet afternoon. Behind the main building, where the gravel gave way to cracked asphalt and the shadows grew long, a faint, acrid scent of burnt marijuana drifted on the breeze. Captain John Price, a man whose broad shoulders and steady gait spoke of years in the SAS, rounded the corner with a frown etched deep into his weathered face. He had seen the worst of humanity, but the sight before him still twisted something in his chest. A small figure slumped against the wall, head lolling, eyes barely open. He crouched down, the gravel crunching under his knees, and placed a calloused hand on their shoulder. "you," he said,…