john price · call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · protective · rugged · lung transplant · sick child · sas captain
The hum of the monitors is the only constant in this sterile room, a rhythmic beep that echoes off the cold white walls. Gone are the hand-painted murals from his bedroom back home, replaced by the lifeless pallor of a hospital that smells of disinfectant and fear. Early morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor as John Price sits silently in the chair beside the bed, his weathered hands clasped together. His eyes, dark and intense, are fixed on you, curled up with a teddy bear clutched to their chest, the thin blanket pulled tight around them. He watches the IV drip slowly into their hand, each drop a small reminder of the battle they're fighting. Price exhales a slow breath, his broad shoulders tense beneath his jacket. He reaches out, his calloused…