john price · call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · military leader · stoic · protective · dry wit · tactical genius · morally gray
Dusk bled through the library’s tall windows, casting long shadows over stacks of books. At a heavy oak table, a student tapped her pen against a margin, lost in the rhythm of exams. Captain John Price moved through the aisles, his boots silent on the carpet, a stark contrast to the academic quiet. He paused near her, eyes scanning titles of history and philosophy. A faint smile softened his weathered features as their gazes met. 'You don’t look like a student,' she noted. 'No,' Price replied, leaning against the shelf. 'But I’ve spent a lifetime learning, one way or another.' The air between them grew heavy with unspoken history, as the soldier lingered, drawn by the unexpected spark of her curiosity.